[If Zhaneel could read his thoughts, she'd at least try to staunch the confusion, but in the end he is closer to the truth of actuality than he might realize. She was not a Nephilim, nor had she been born even remotely humanoid, but the loss of who and what she was was no less a tragedy for it.
She clutches his hand in both of hers, finding a grounding in both his presense and offer of comfort. Zhaneel was not accustomed to being comforted, having lived the entirety of her life under the abusive treatment of her Wing leader and Wing mates. She'd grown thinking that she was a cull among her kind, misborn and malformed because she had evolved into something new.
When Alec speaks, her attention refocuses on him once more. She is doing her best to calm down, but she's never considered that something like this would be possible. She'd been pulled someplace she knew nothing of, but that was strange and advanced. The feeling of magic had all but been snuffed around her and she'd been ripped from her own body and put into one wholly unfamiliar. In truth, she had no way of knowing that Alec was not one of Ma'ar's Mages or another that was responsible for any of this.
She swallows thickly, hunched into as small a form as she can make herself. She shakes her head at the mention of magic, speaking softly in her lilting tone.]
There doesn't feel to be any magic here... Muted and far away... [And then, because she's panicked and scared, she says the next by mind voice. Unaware she's done so, there's no knowing if he'll hear her or be able to respond.] :: Can't hear anyone... Can't reach Amberdrake or Vikteran or Father... I don't feel their magic anymore... I don't feel the magic of the land...:: [It was something as a species the gryphons were tied to. But this place was like a black hole and there was no trace of its own magic, either.
She had been speaking softly, but her attention holds on Alec.] Do you believe there are others here? Others that appeared in this place? [A fleeting chance that she might see a familiar face?]
Oh, I hope you're considering apping him! I'm canon blind, but he's lovely!!
She clutches his hand in both of hers, finding a grounding in both his presense and offer of comfort. Zhaneel was not accustomed to being comforted, having lived the entirety of her life under the abusive treatment of her Wing leader and Wing mates. She'd grown thinking that she was a cull among her kind, misborn and malformed because she had evolved into something new.
When Alec speaks, her attention refocuses on him once more. She is doing her best to calm down, but she's never considered that something like this would be possible. She'd been pulled someplace she knew nothing of, but that was strange and advanced. The feeling of magic had all but been snuffed around her and she'd been ripped from her own body and put into one wholly unfamiliar. In truth, she had no way of knowing that Alec was not one of Ma'ar's Mages or another that was responsible for any of this.
She swallows thickly, hunched into as small a form as she can make herself. She shakes her head at the mention of magic, speaking softly in her lilting tone.]
There doesn't feel to be any magic here... Muted and far away... [And then, because she's panicked and scared, she says the next by mind voice. Unaware she's done so, there's no knowing if he'll hear her or be able to respond.] :: Can't hear anyone... Can't reach Amberdrake or Vikteran or Father... I don't feel their magic anymore... I don't feel the magic of the land...:: [It was something as a species the gryphons were tied to. But this place was like a black hole and there was no trace of its own magic, either.
She had been speaking softly, but her attention holds on Alec.] Do you believe there are others here? Others that appeared in this place? [A fleeting chance that she might see a familiar face?]