Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28358106-20170719020309

(Hound) Sahar cradles Samia's chin in one hand, looking deep into her eyes.

"Our connection? It goes back a long way.  A long way, indeed.  Here, let me show you..."

Her eyes begin to glow, and Samia feels much more relaxed. Sahar's hood flares out, and a pair of sigil tattoos begin to glow on it, like a cobra's eyespots.

Samia begins to feel almost ephemeral. Images take shape inside the room, wavering illusions. Images that she vaguely recognize as being from her homeland.

"No...deeper..." Sahar puts her hand on Samia's forehead, breathing heavily, her eyes glowing more intensely.

Samia begins to feel as if she is recalling memories, but she isn't doing it on her own. Images---intimate ones---begin to take shape. Thoughts from when Marcus was unmarried. Her kingdom before its ruin.

No...deeper...I must find it...