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My first research project here had been the Void. It got its hooks in me over me regularly exposing myself to its influence over a few month's time. It began to drive me insane. In fact, the night we met was my last evening of sanity before I really fell into the Void Crazies.

It became an obsession and I couldn't stop. Much like a drug addiction. Eventually I popped and my monster rampaged. It broke me free from the Void's grip but I still feel it's call.

I... I remember that. The awful day you were covered in blood.

[ The moment Gilia herself realized something was... terribly wrong with this place. ]

Is there something I may do to help you manage it?

Yeah, that day. [When she'd killed three villagers and Junpei.]

...mostly I need to stay away from the Void. I feel it calling to me anytime I get too deep in the woods. It uses my sister's voice.

I am sorry, my love. I am so, so sorry. You do not deserve to have it torment you with all you hold dear. It is not fair.

[ And that's what strikes her the most. Not that the world was unfeeling, of course it was, that was one of the first understandings of nature and the spirits: they were not good, they were not bad, they were simply unfeelingly themselves. They had the will nature did.

But there was a maliciousness to the void, in how it reached and twisted and made them yearn for what would hurt them, in the end.

It was cruel, cruel in a way that no spirit she had ever met, not even the foul ones, of decay, rot, and battlefields, had been. ]

... I know... I know it might not... be the same... but... if it may help - I would be remiss not to offer it. But I could teach you what my people learn to help with such confusion? When the world is full of Spirits, sometimes it is easy to mistakenly stray closer to their dwellings - and it can be tricky to know yourself there. When nature is strong in its presence, we sing certain hymns, certain notes in tone to center our body back to the physical. I am sure they are simple to your complex understandings but if it would help against such things...

... Or mayhap, just to think of here, the people in the town, of the people you know here - Alina, or John or Iggy or myself, to cut away from the void's trickery?

[Ianthe raised her hand to her neck, bringing attention to the pendant she frequently wore - an upside down trident with a yellow stone set in it. Even now it still held magic though she didn't know if it would some day stop working.]

I have this. Nate made it for me before the Void expedition. It's enchanted with a few of his protection spells that helps protect the mind against illusions and mental intrusion. It works a little against the Void. It let's me know it's not really my sister I hear.

But I'm interested in your technique, though I warn you that I'm not a very good singer. Humming isn't bad, I do hum songs I've heard before when doing other things, but hitting pitch or holding notes might be too much.

Maybe something simple?

[ She breathes a little in relief to ease off the worry, that Ianthe already had measures. More important than anything that she was not alone facing such an awful thing.

Leaning over, she kisses the back of her fingers, gentle on her knuckles, in gladness and comfort. ]

Your voice is well enough, you need not have my training to do it, most of mine is ensuring I know songs for every occasion and techniques to how to sing for great lengths - but you match your normal pitch easily, the rest can be taught from there. You are already good at measuring and controlling your breath.

[The problem was that even though she knew it wasn't really Corona talking to her, a part of her still wanted to listen.]

I do have amazing breath control.

[Of course, she was cheating when it came to that.]

[ A giggle, and a nod that follows. ]

Then we have the basics down. You are so perfect at everything, I am sure you will do it wonderfully, so very easily.

[ And she finds she is excited to share this with her, there was no way to explain just how sacred and profound she felt when she sung, to be one in her community and yet guiding of them, an elevation beyond herself for a moment.

To share it with Ianthe? She could hope for nothing more. ]

[Ianthe tried very hard to be completely confident. And for calling her perfect, Gilia was rewarded with a kiss.]

Do you want to try that now... or later?

[ A hum. ]

Later, I am much too comfortable.

In that case...

[How about some more kisses? Slow and loving.]

Perfect.

[ And she moves against her, over her, gently laying over her body to breath each kiss as loved as she felt into her lips. ]

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