EchoOfThePlanes

Remembrance bobs its now little head, attempting to mimick a nod. The movement is not quite right, more of a shake then anything else, but one would most likely get the gist. Amusement and pleasure emanates from the creature. This is well. Memory is.

Remembrance slides over to Craven, shrinking slightly and coiling about a leg of the table. Nothing is real, depending on the In.

A ripple of space, a shimmer of light, and Remembrance "flows" into Fadran's new pocket dimension. Ah, an Out-place! An undercurrent of pleasure flicks around the snake-like creature, manifesting as lines of orange on its "skin".

Wasing the nip of needing the saying say? Wasing the nip of helping the want! Notting of wasing the nip of knowing. Wasing the pleasure of greeting!

Remembrance's curiosity only increases, a noticeable tide of emotion that washes over anyone in the near vicinity. A questing thought enters the outer layer of Crimson's mind, seeking any knowledge he might be willing to give away, without actually probing his memories.

Remembrance witnesses the arrival of Crimson from outside human spatial dimensions, which warrants a burst of curiosity. It contains the curiosity to its local area, only perceivable by Crimson and Ember. The air around the pair begins to ripple and warp. A faint glow begins to pattern the rippling air, eventually taking the form of a giant serpentine figure. It rears its head, which is bristled in what seems to be feathers. It does not have skin, as its "body" is made up of a white-blue energy. Along with the figure comes a presence, a presence that speaks to the minds and hearts (or equivalent organs) of the pair. Curious... You are new. Not of this universe.

The flow of thought begins to stem, eventually ceasing, ending Remembrance's song of mourning. The various colors on its "hide" slowly melt away to white as it lowers its head in respect. A small thought, very quiet, makes its way to no one in particular. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadow shall spring. Her Chaos remains. Perhaps...

Around Ayia, Tvora, and Martin, the air shimmers and warps as Remembrance sticks back into their spatial dimensions. It attempts to find Tvora's thoughts, but cannot. There is... nothing. Its mind fills with sadness, which leaks over into the minds of those around it. A splash of purple appears on Remembrance, creating a rippling effect along its "skin." More splotches of purple, and now blue appear, creating similar effects. With the rippling comes strange vibrations in the air, causing small, quiet, chime-like noises. Remembrance pushes outwards to the the minds of the group, a cacaphony of sound solely made up of thought that ebbs and flows as a tide. Those thoughts swell into a song, far off and longing, ethereal in entity. A song of mourning, a song of loss, but also a song of protection and courage to those that hear it. A hopeful wish that the spirits of the fallen travel swiftly, that they may always rest in peace.

Romance? Remembrance's confusion increases slightly.

Remembrance, still exploring the campsite, is confused at this word, "girlfriend." It directs its thoughts at Ayia and Tvora. What is this thing? This... girlfriend?

Remembrance feels relief at the end of the battle. It retreats from the first three spatial dimensions, though its ability to perceive such remains, to begin an exploration of the campsite, as the battle had prevented it from doing initially. It is curious.