Once Dacj had settled down from the panic that had overtaken her, she realized she wasn't sure how she was understanding Nevreso. Nor had the Empress once mentioned Eli. Was it possible she hadn't put the Hytes together? Or did she not realize Dacj was a Hyte? Nevreso said "it's been long enough." Had she really died that long ago here on Phanes? A couple decades or so, depending on how old the other was assuming her to be. It seemed strange to put the timeline in that context, when she knew for sure Haiaen and Donab's deaths, Dies Irae, had been far more recent. The sibyl had died more than twenty years ago, and still all those people had been waiting for her to come back...she'd had to hide herself from the sibyl's own people lest they seek goodbyes they'd never had the chance to get. Nevreso thought she was merely a rebirth of the sibyl, probably hidden by the Clans and transferred to Sabra Sabina's custody. That was not exactly good--the sibyl had been the one to wake Eltimion so that connection seemed obvious still--but at least the Empress didn't seem to realize what she truly had in her hands.
So someone was translating for her? It seemed unlikely Eltimion would interfere with the stakes so high. So that left... [I really hope it's you doing this,] Dacj thought intently, focusing her mind on the single thought.
[...I don't suppose you were paying attention when I told Seth 'never the twain shall meet',] came the wry reply in a slightly different inflection of her own voice. That was creepy. But at least the sibyl was forthcoming this time? [I can take over, if you'd rather. But she doesn't expect you to know anything really, and I might slip.]
Dacj didn't particularly want to give over control of her own body, even in a situation like this. At least she still had a modicum of control now? [If we need to, we can switch,] she thought reluctantly. Until then, she'd face Nevreso and the red moon on her own terms. And pray she could pull this off...
"I've forgiven you for trying to kill me. Really, it was a natural response. I can't speak for Mayameer though, it was awfully rude of you to try and murder a child," Nevreso continued, seemingly unaware of the focused little mental conversation the kraken had just had with her past self.
"You knew it wouldn't work," the sullen-looking child contributed, pacing a circle around the kraken on what she had realized in her flailing was some kind of chaise sort of lounge. "You said you came to help and then you tried to hurt me!" She was reaching for one of Dacj's delicate limbs, and the tentacles shrank back in fear and uncertainty--this was far, far worse than Zephyrus. She'd worried about taint then, and it was some tiny leftover piece of evil. Here was the source--surely being touched by her was not going to be a good idea.
The child knew her fear though, grinning as she grabbed and held one of thinner tentacle tips. Dacj tried to pull away, but Nevreso had moved behind her, held her still with an arm around the neck and another pulling back one of the kraken's arms to keep her in place further. "We never did find your body," Nevreso murmured, placing her head against the side of Dacj's as she looked towards the child with another of those chillingly pleasant smiles. "Meerie always wondered what color you bled."
Mayameer patiently wrapped the limp tentacle around her small hand, fingering tiny teethed suction cups. She held it tighter, teeth no doubt digging into her own skin, as she summoned little flickers of dark energy to her fingertips, and then drew her fingers stroking across the soft flesh. Dacj bit back a cry as the skin split open as the energy stabbed surely as any knife, blue blood springing up from the cuts left by each finger of Mayameer's. "Blue!" the girl explained, flicking the energy away and scooping up the liquid on her fingertips that wiggled excitedly. "Does her human half bleed blue too?"
"There's only one way to know," Nevreso suggested. "Why don't you test it out, Meerie?"
