2024-06-29 - The Sound of a Mirage

The feeling of dust carried by the wind. The softness of a spring breeze. A sudden sandstorm forcing their way in.

Challeanoth's voice isn't solid, fluttering in and out as she chooses to speak. It doesn't linger much longer than the words that are said, there is a lightness there that makes her words hard to hold onto.

Most of time anyways.

Sometimes though, when it needs to be, when Challeanoth needs it to be, it is surprisingly firm, a gust of wind that pushes instead of just floating past. A sandstorm that blasts against the one listening. It is a rare occurrence, and even then, it never lasts long.