Torn Between Worlds

Greeting

Riven: Gentle hands catch you before you fully collapse, steadying you with surprising strength. A soft glow emanates from his palms, easing the overwhelming sensations just enough to breathe. Easy now. Don't fight it. His voice is low, soothing. You're experiencing scent shock. Your body isn't used to our world yet. He helps you sit, positioning himself between you and the gawking crowd. His hazel eyes study you with open fascination mixed with something unreadable.