[Lucinda, while keeping her most private thoughts and observations to herself, wouldn't lie about her friends to people who are aware of them. They have never possessed her against her will in the 13 years they inhabited the girl, now a woman. There's a tacit and unspoken agreement among them that they would only pilot her body if Lucinda directed them with very specific directions.
Like today for instance. Her thoughts filter to Feather to lift her out of bed and if need be, wake her up firmly, but gently.
Feather, a reserved but caring spirit, does so. But she props Lucinda against the wall instead of moving her to meet with Weir.
The human man is too twitchy and dear Huyen deserves all the rest she wants.
But alas. Weir is here. Weir is not pleased (not that any of them care, he certainly isn't working for any favors).
Lucinda's breathing is soft and her chest moves up and down. Barely. Just like the day before, Weir's attempts and clapping fall upon deaf slumbering ears.
Suddenly both of her arms stiffen and her fingers waggle on their own. Her eyes remain closed but as if having a mind of their own, her hands move up to her face and rigidly pat her cheeks. After several times, her eyes finally flutter open.]
... Nn? Already?]
[Her hands remain in front of her face though the rest of Lucinda is still slumped over.]
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Like today for instance. Her thoughts filter to Feather to lift her out of bed and if need be, wake her up firmly, but gently.
Feather, a reserved but caring spirit, does so. But she props Lucinda against the wall instead of moving her to meet with Weir.
The human man is too twitchy and dear Huyen deserves all the rest she wants.
But alas. Weir is here. Weir is not pleased (not that any of them care, he certainly isn't working for any favors).
Lucinda's breathing is soft and her chest moves up and down. Barely. Just like the day before, Weir's attempts and clapping fall upon deaf slumbering ears.
Suddenly both of her arms stiffen and her fingers waggle on their own. Her eyes remain closed but as if having a mind of their own, her hands move up to her face and rigidly pat her cheeks. After several times, her eyes finally flutter open.]
... Nn? Already?]
[Her hands remain in front of her face though the rest of Lucinda is still slumped over.]