[ There's a certain level of wariness that comes from someone who's not fond of getting her mind poked and prodded. Her thoughts have always been her sanctuary, even more so now that she can't speak ( maybe it's a blessing disguised as a curse, then ). The one thing that she's been able to keep from the public at large, only to be lost at the cost of —
She pauses as the machine lurches, and then continues to wait as the sudden burst of light comes from the connection. It's... strange, as if someone is speaking directly inside to her mind, without actually saying anything. Just a certain feeling that's not from her, but still comforting nonetheless.
— Unfortunately, she's not one to relax; some part of her is still raising the alarm bells, tense and anxious, all the while trying to hide the most private of her thoughts ( as if things work that way, as if suddenly, this dog — creature? — will be able to learn everything about her ). It's almost too easy to get lost in her own thoughts like that, until a whine knocks her back to reality and—
Suddenly, things calm, one way or another. The anxiety isn't gone, per se, but determination and curiosity seems to move through the connection more than anything else. Red looks over at her co-pilot, nodding. Both hands on the controller as she slowly moves the machinery forward, driven more by muscle memory than knowledge.
Hopefully things work out for them. ]
( also i'm yoloing just as much as anyone else by this point, just let me know if this is cool!! )
sorry about the delay, i ended up out of town for the week!
She pauses as the machine lurches, and then continues to wait as the sudden burst of light comes from the connection. It's... strange, as if someone is speaking directly inside to her mind, without actually saying anything. Just a certain feeling that's not from her, but still comforting nonetheless.
— Unfortunately, she's not one to relax; some part of her is still raising the alarm bells, tense and anxious, all the while trying to hide the most private of her thoughts ( as if things work that way, as if suddenly, this dog — creature? — will be able to learn everything about her ). It's almost too easy to get lost in her own thoughts like that, until a whine knocks her back to reality and—
Suddenly, things calm, one way or another. The anxiety isn't gone, per se, but determination and curiosity seems to move through the connection more than anything else. Red looks over at her co-pilot, nodding. Both hands on the controller as she slowly moves the machinery forward, driven more by muscle memory than knowledge.
Hopefully things work out for them. ]
( also i'm yoloing just as much as anyone else by this point, just let me know if this is cool!! )