[Such a very cute creature brings the horrid, tolling bells of doom. Sorry to Dokja. At least the wee bat doesn't purposefully try repeating the sentences over and over for no reason. It's quiet unless Dokja happens to talk to it, and it feels the need to respond (with the same phrases...).
It climbs up to tuck itself in Dokja's collar and cling to the shoulder and neck almost in a comforting way while Dokja goes through it.
On the other hand, but not D's left one, D has had enough time to go through a few tribulations over the Shard. It takes him an equally long amount of time to respond to Dokja again. The attempt to connect the communion is a chaotic, low churn of shadow and muffled pain. Sore muscles. An ache which feels like it shoots down Dokja's left arm and over his chest.
D's voice is slightly raspy as it fills Dokja's mind.]
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It climbs up to tuck itself in Dokja's collar and cling to the shoulder and neck almost in a comforting way while Dokja goes through it.
On the other hand, but not D's left one, D has had enough time to go through a few tribulations over the Shard. It takes him an equally long amount of time to respond to Dokja again. The attempt to connect the communion is a chaotic, low churn of shadow and muffled pain. Sore muscles. An ache which feels like it shoots down Dokja's left arm and over his chest.
D's voice is slightly raspy as it fills Dokja's mind.]
Tartaglia. He said... Eustace tried to fight him.