[Darkleer, that would be so silly if Summoner hadn't started commune already.]
[The orange blood just sits quietly in that tree, his communicator rather limp in one hand as his eyes go dazed, staring into nothing as he see's through Dural's vision. Darkleer still looks so tired, worried, nervous, even through the eyes of a lusus, their vision different depending on the breed. And Summoner hears those words and can't help how his teeth grit, wanting to go to him, see him in person, speak to him... hold him.]
Video; private;
[The orange blood just sits quietly in that tree, his communicator rather limp in one hand as his eyes go dazed, staring into nothing as he see's through Dural's vision. Darkleer still looks so tired, worried, nervous, even through the eyes of a lusus, their vision different depending on the breed. And Summoner hears those words and can't help how his teeth grit, wanting to go to him, see him in person, speak to him... hold him.]
[A curse under his breath.]
Dural... may I?