Installation of the cultivator tool in her eye socket took only minutes. Applying a lubricant - that the heiress told her *not* to ask too many questions about, deft fingers then lifted her cleanly restored upper eyelid before pressing in the prosthetic eye. While holding it in place, her other hand pulled the lower lid out to allow the existing ocular muscles to pop it all into place. Where there was a hollow sense before, now there was a pressure... a fullness that would take a bit of ti to grow accustod to.
Most of the ti was spent carefully making sure that no uncomfortability was present. Asking her to blink and get used to it as best she could. Eventually, the first ti human ocularist rubbed her own eyes, sniffled, and smiled encouragingly... as she tugged, ripped, and lodged the willing spirit into an initial linkage toward the rituals within.
"Alright, we are ready for the first calibration. Nothing yet, right?"
"Just the sa darkness."
A sharp sigh led to the girl in her yellow dress - one of them that her mother sent which had not yet been... repurposed for its cloth - to sit down on her mother’s thigh. Half a week was enough to find and impose boundaries with the other two won. Enough to feel ’safe’ outside of her usual silver dress and to allow Elua that kind of show of appreciation to the woman for her attempt to provide her so ’normal’ comforts.
"I had no hope that I would get so lucky. I know how to make the mind see things my own spirit creates, but this is different. This will take so ti."
"I can give you that."
Pulling her eldest close again, sothing she had complained about once already for the chair was not really designed for two people to snuggle on - Yatrel stroked the hair of the ’teenager’. Colored just like her husband’s, but birthed from her own body. She was never unsure what she felt for the girl... only unsure how to move forward productively.
"So why don’t you talk a little more while you work? Tell stories, little windstorm."
"...When did whirlwind beco windstorm?"
"Well, you aren’t spinning in place at ho anymore, dear. But you are still having effects blowing at the backs of others. What else should I call you?"
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