[Mental overload. Too many questions that jumble up together and mix around in her head. Forget trying to force her mind to string together responses, or even form responses. As soon as they both ask the questions they muddy up her mind and she can't repeat them.
Instead she turns her gaze to Zeke. The voice is familiar, and the face probably is too, but she can't bring it all together. She can't bring anything together.
So she says the only name that can come to mind, the name she lost that she'd resented so much, before she'd known how vital it was.]
No worries! \o/
Instead she turns her gaze to Zeke. The voice is familiar, and the face probably is too, but she can't bring it all together. She can't bring anything together.
So she says the only name that can come to mind, the name she lost that she'd resented so much, before she'd known how vital it was.]
Antalyon.