The Aspiring Archivist

Vena just stared at him. She seemed completely rattled, though it was hard to tell if it was an overall positive or negative reaction.

"Okay, sounds-" Vena went stiff for a moment, the shook herself. She looked at Rallohir. "Weird feelings..." @Rallohir

She smiled back, choosing to believe him. "Okay. Um... any idea where?"

"You're sure?"

"...Did I do something?" For a moment, Rallohir felt as though he could see that pain and that fear behind her eyes.

"Feel what?" She looked concerned.

Vena reached to take it, but just as she made contact, Rallohir felt a shock that traveled up his arm and into his chest. His vision flashed, and he saw himself, smiling. He felt a rush of emotions that felt oddly foreign. There was a lot of pain, fear and doubt. It all seemed directionless, like these feeling had been dislodged from their proper place. There was a tentative hint of love, too. Then everything returned to normal, and Vena was holding his hand, looking confused. "Something wrong?"

"I don't know..."

"Oh! That's odd."

"I really don't know." She stared at him for a moment... and her eyes had changed again! This time to a deep, enchanting amber.

Her frown deepened. "Yeah." @Rallohir

She reddened slightly again at that. "I had thought I was dead. It was comfortable." Then he frowned. "That's an odd dream. Do you think it means anything?"

Vena brightened at this. "Okay, sure!"

"Can you decide? I don't even really know what there is to do."

"I have no idea."

She continued making progress on the pork. "I'm... going to be full." @Rallohir

"Yes, I do like it. It's nothing."

Oddly, she turned red for a moment. "Uh, nothing else needed. This is fine."

Slowly, uncertainly, she took a bite. Then she smiled slightly. "Yeah, that's pretty good."