[Alas, there's no dismantler for him to simply put the phone into...
Escha probably needs the fresh air more than she realizes, but she isn't thinking about that. She left the little house she woke up in on the grounds that it seemed to unfamiliar, too much like a prison. Sure, it's nice to breathe fresh air, but it's still not the air from back home. It's not Colseit. This is not Colseit. No one here is familiar. No buildings look like the ones she knows. There isn't the familiar, lingering scent of apples in the air. Heck, she's not even sure there could be room for an orchard in a place like this, everything is so densely packed, as far as she's seen, and... just... It feels different, in every single aspect.
Everything is different. And that is terrifying. Maybe she should have stayed in place after all... Yeah. She's just about to turn around, to trudge back to that unfamiliar house and find somewhere to hide, but something stops her - a tiny feeling, a nudge of an inkling in the back of her mind, gives her a hint that she should wait. Just one more second, just a little longer, maybe she should lift her gaze up from the concrete and look around--
--there. It's him...!]
Logy...!
[They may as well have called for each other in unison. And any obstacles between the two of them go entirely unnoticed to her, because she's beelining for him as fast as her little legs will carry her.]
screaming!!!!
Escha probably needs the fresh air more than she realizes, but she isn't thinking about that. She left the little house she woke up in on the grounds that it seemed to unfamiliar, too much like a prison. Sure, it's nice to breathe fresh air, but it's still not the air from back home. It's not Colseit. This is not Colseit. No one here is familiar. No buildings look like the ones she knows. There isn't the familiar, lingering scent of apples in the air. Heck, she's not even sure there could be room for an orchard in a place like this, everything is so densely packed, as far as she's seen, and... just... It feels different, in every single aspect.
Everything is different. And that is terrifying. Maybe she should have stayed in place after all... Yeah. She's just about to turn around, to trudge back to that unfamiliar house and find somewhere to hide, but something stops her - a tiny feeling, a nudge of an inkling in the back of her mind, gives her a hint that she should wait. Just one more second, just a little longer, maybe she should lift her gaze up from the concrete and look around--
--there. It's him...!]
Logy...!
[They may as well have called for each other in unison. And any obstacles between the two of them go entirely unnoticed to her, because she's beelining for him as fast as her little legs will carry her.]
Logy! You're here!