Once the song reached her ears, it was already over. The trance could've been a discordant scream, a painful un-melody, and it still would've drawn her in. But instead, it was a gentle tune, a kind tune. One that spoke directly to her soul, beckoned for her approach. It was not a fight, not a battle- it was there, and it was over.
Toby closed her eyes, and allowed the waters to envelop her, though she at least maintained the lucidity to keep a grasp onto Will beside her. @Teyao
Voices could be heard around her, that much was certain. Murky, muddled, and just a [i]tinge/i] of an echo commiserating within them, as if she was still underwater. Toby struggled to rise to her feet, before letting out a strained shriek.
They were... it was difficult to describe without hurling out her insides. If she even had any.
Her feet were... She could barely even detect the skin on them. In some spots, they were the palest pallor of white she'd ever seen, brighter gleam than any patch of icy snow. In other places, especially near her extremities, they were more translucent than white, showing patches of her sinew and bones, along with a pale, greyish fluid that now seemed to course about her.
Crawling over to the pond to desperately gleam at the rest of her appearance (noting, as well, as that even getting around was seemingly a chore), she could only stare back in half-catatonia.
Her face and neck were... similarly ghastly and half-translucent as compared to her limbs. What's more, she seemed to have a few open wounds and gashes about her, and yet they seemed not to bleed, instead being dead and empty, like that of a corpse. Her hair was matted and coarse, her lips parched and split. Her eyes... they were a disturbingly milky hue of white and blue.
Toby suppressed the sobs that were building up inside her. What had happened to her?
With panic and desperation, she caught sight onto the others around her, lurching and trembling her way to them - perhaps they could help her fix this?
Toby closed her eyes, and allowed the waters to envelop her, though she at least maintained the lucidity to keep a grasp onto Will beside her. @Teyao
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Voices could be heard around her, that much was certain. Murky, muddled, and just a [i]tinge/i] of an echo commiserating within them, as if she was still underwater. Toby struggled to rise to her feet, before letting out a strained shriek.
They were... it was difficult to describe without hurling out her insides. If she even had any.
Her feet were... She could barely even detect the skin on them. In some spots, they were the palest pallor of white she'd ever seen, brighter gleam than any patch of icy snow. In other places, especially near her extremities, they were more translucent than white, showing patches of her sinew and bones, along with a pale, greyish fluid that now seemed to course about her.
Crawling over to the pond to desperately gleam at the rest of her appearance (noting, as well, as that even getting around was seemingly a chore), she could only stare back in half-catatonia.
Her face and neck were... similarly ghastly and half-translucent as compared to her limbs. What's more, she seemed to have a few open wounds and gashes about her, and yet they seemed not to bleed, instead being dead and empty, like that of a corpse. Her hair was matted and coarse, her lips parched and split. Her eyes... they were a disturbingly milky hue of white and blue.
Toby suppressed the sobs that were building up inside her. What had happened to her?
With panic and desperation, she caught sight onto the others around her, lurching and trembling her way to them - perhaps they could help her fix this?