Emerald Xiloscient
Emerald frowned as he walked off, unsure of what she was supposed to do. Maybe she simply wasn't cut out to be a host; perhaps that's all this was really for. The fates, controlled by God, were going to show her where she lacked, where she could never really learn something. Where the stupid angels proved to be much better than she was. She held her anger in, moving slightly to keep him in view, without actually interrupting him. Besides, she didn't really need to smell the vomit or the alcohol...although she was quite sure she'd prefer the smell of alcohol than bile.
So she waited patiently for him to return, picking up another bottle and examining it briefly. She still kept her mind open...which was starting to get confusing. So few humans knew how to keep personal thoughts...personal. She could barely tell one thought from another. She closed her eyes, to help her focus on only one mind; only one mind was really her concern. The thought of something about a round two reached her, and she worked her way over to him, hesitating at the door as she saw him drinking again.
"...Are you sure you should be heading back in there? You've already drained a few bottles on your own, and already have gotten sick from it..." She was about to suggest rest again, but she thought of the nightmares his thoughts had mentioned before. She couldn't really allow that one to go. She was the host here...she had to figure out something. "...Perhaps just relaxing...reading, or something...whatever you like to do...just something to distract your mind..." she suggested instead. Hopefully she would learn to come up with something better than that, she thought, because that sounded a little weak to her.
Emerald frowned as he walked off, unsure of what she was supposed to do. Maybe she simply wasn't cut out to be a host; perhaps that's all this was really for. The fates, controlled by God, were going to show her where she lacked, where she could never really learn something. Where the stupid angels proved to be much better than she was. She held her anger in, moving slightly to keep him in view, without actually interrupting him. Besides, she didn't really need to smell the vomit or the alcohol...although she was quite sure she'd prefer the smell of alcohol than bile.
So she waited patiently for him to return, picking up another bottle and examining it briefly. She still kept her mind open...which was starting to get confusing. So few humans knew how to keep personal thoughts...personal. She could barely tell one thought from another. She closed her eyes, to help her focus on only one mind; only one mind was really her concern. The thought of something about a round two reached her, and she worked her way over to him, hesitating at the door as she saw him drinking again.
"...Are you sure you should be heading back in there? You've already drained a few bottles on your own, and already have gotten sick from it..." She was about to suggest rest again, but she thought of the nightmares his thoughts had mentioned before. She couldn't really allow that one to go. She was the host here...she had to figure out something. "...Perhaps just relaxing...reading, or something...whatever you like to do...just something to distract your mind..." she suggested instead. Hopefully she would learn to come up with something better than that, she thought, because that sounded a little weak to her.