"Can you… help me tell Marvessa about it? So she can inform Mara?" Roxanne asked softly.
The spirits began drifting into sight, pale, shimmering silhouettes appearing the moment Vivianne had fallen asleep and her rut had finally ebbed enough for them to approach her without flinching.
Roxanne can always see them clearly, every flutter of their translucent forms sharp to her eyes, but their voices can never reach her, only as faint impressions rather than true sound, a distant resonance she can't fully grasp. It's probably the limit of her heritage, her mother's blood granting her sight but not the depth of communion Vivianne possessed.
The smallest spirit twirled in an eager loop before vanishing in a ripple of light. Moments later, Tempest appeared, the crackling air around him announcing his presence before he lifted a thumb with an exaggerated pose, as though reporting that the little one had already darted off to deliver her message.
