[The vine makes a half-hearted go at forming the mirror, but it never actually manages to give a visual projection, and the audio is weak as well. What comes through, however, is the sound of someone crying. The noise is odd all on its own, dry and breathless, but unmistakable in the way it whines in the back of Zinc's throat.
She hasn't been able to get the vine to respond to her for days, and she does not handle isolation very well.]
Gavril. [Another whining sob.] Gavril, you must come.
The vine won't... listen. It's too quiet.
I don't want to be alone.
[[ooc; Open to all, both on the vine and in action, if you want. I am also still tagging that other post faithfully, if you're still interested in Vitalia's plants!]]
She hasn't been able to get the vine to respond to her for days, and she does not handle isolation very well.]
Gavril. [Another whining sob.] Gavril, you must come.
The vine won't... listen. It's too quiet.
I don't want to be alone.
[[ooc; Open to all, both on the vine and in action, if you want. I am also still tagging that other post faithfully, if you're still interested in Vitalia's plants!]]
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