[ It's such a lovely day that Akua had been out in the yard of her pavilion, the home lush with growth from Set's influence and her own hired help. She was not gardening, but basking in it. Her small walin falme tottered about, bringing her drinks, or sitting on a stand looking both intimidating and amusing all in one. It was, after all, the sort of day for basking. Even the devil felt it.
That was, until Akua sat straight up, sharp and immediate. Her eyes danced, back and forth, seeing nothing but what was in her mind. Her hands formed to claws, and gripped the sides of her seat, before she stood straight up, and looked around.
Where —
Where —
No, this was not nearby, this was a reach, an attempt to find her, and her mind searched —
no subject
That was, until Akua sat straight up, sharp and immediate. Her eyes danced, back and forth, seeing nothing but what was in her mind. Her hands formed to claws, and gripped the sides of her seat, before she stood straight up, and looked around.
Where —
Where —
No, this was not nearby, this was a reach, an attempt to find her, and her mind searched —
searched —
and found no purchase, no place to land.
Silence.
Nothing.
And so she started to search. ]