Avalon stops, watching him for a moment. The words feel odd, but they have no idea why.
::Thank you.:: That feels odd, too, but the tiny glimpse it gives them into his mind is somewhat reassuring. His emotions are different, as if someone has been slowly changing the volume of a radio and there is finally enough of a difference that they can recognize it, but not wrong.
They leave quietly, keeping their mental connection until the closed cabin door cuts it off. It would be nice to have more of an instinct to work off of. Even with their telepathy returned, they feel lost.
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Date: 2024-08-16 08:48 pm (UTC)Avalon stops, watching him for a moment. The words feel odd, but they have no idea why.
::Thank you.:: That feels odd, too, but the tiny glimpse it gives them into his mind is somewhat reassuring. His emotions are different, as if someone has been slowly changing the volume of a radio and there is finally enough of a difference that they can recognize it, but not wrong.
They leave quietly, keeping their mental connection until the closed cabin door cuts it off. It would be nice to have more of an instinct to work off of. Even with their telepathy returned, they feel lost.