((Hey Ronny! I've heard quite a bit about you.
Glad to see you around!))
Tamora sighs, using a finger to break the surface of her water, spinning it around to form a miniature whirlpool. When she glances up she notices the bartender giving her a displeased look.
"Zorish was..." Tamora says, pulling her finger from her glass, "Zorish was everything. He was ambitious and powerful, but good-natured and kind. I never felt like a slave when he was controlling me. Okay, well, maybe in the beginning. But he knew I was voluntary from the get-go, and once my shock wore off about the whole alien thing we complimented one another nicely."
Tamora's brow furrows, "He was barely a Sub-Visser when we found one another. Together we rose in the ranks. We were going to become a Visser one day, and in the low numbers too." Another sigh escapes her lips, revealing her bitterness at what has come to pass, "He was the only person who kept his promises in my life. The only one to never abandon me. And now he's gone."
"Oh!" An involuntary cry escapes Terenia's mouth as Ossanlin appears to stir somewhat. She moves over, next to Corliss, hoping that perhaps seeing his face as well as hers will prevent him from another panic attack. Clearly her visage alone is not helping.
"Ossanlin," she whispers urgently, "Ossanlin, wake up."
<<He is not likely to respond to verbal cues,>> Efaen comments, her attention on him just as rapt. Terenia switches to thought speak.
<War-Prince Ossanlin,> she says, doing her best impression of an Andalite, <Wake up. You
will regain consciousness immediately.>
