mental link;

[shri]

[ Knock-knock -

- or something like the creak of city gates of her wanting to reach out to anyone else in the hive that will respond. ]

( These ability we have aside from communication. I require a trainer for my own.

And a decent explanation of what they are and their pitfalls. I am not familiar with this kind of... magic. )

[ Yeah she can't think of another word for it. ]

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[shri]

( I have not much experience with spells, but I know the after effects of such states. )

[ Pondering, thoughtful rather than dismissive. ]

[perroquet]

[ The others are welcome to guess at the science behind the symbiote, but Gildor is ready to accept it as magic. Magic unknown to them, but still magic. ]

(Perhaps the original maker of the symbiote was magical in nature. A witch or sorcerer. Though I suppose it's not worth pondering over right now...

This power of yours, before it drained you of emotion - it filled others not of the Nest with what you were feeling? That exuberance after the races?)

[ He remembers the emotional high, and then the crash - perhaps one of the only hosts to remember, being among her brood. ]

(Do you wish to practice this?)

[shri]

[ How much do you hate this Rust? ]

( I suspected so. I have never had much dealings with this sort of thing, but I have heard of it. )

[ She nods and then remembers right, mental - and there's the feeling of agreement. ]

( I would, yes, I am working on the best way to do that at the moment. )

[perroquet]

(It would be very interesting to see how strongly this emotion-sharing could be amplified by music...)

[ The thought is practically murmured, whispered to himself just loudly enough for it to be shared. It's a curious thought, a selfish thought, but to him music is the most powerful magic. To combine his level of skill and expression with her direct outlet for spreading emotion would be a powerful thing-

But he's aware it's selfish to first think of using her, and to what end he isn't entirely sure. If it's anything, he's certain she will let him now. If not, he can at least offer support- ]

(I'm sure you've gotten at least a few volunteers to assist with practice, but if you need another subject, do let me know.)

[ Or assistance with the fallout, dangerous as it is. But he's helped her through that before - surely she would not forget him. ]

[shri]

( Another spell of yours, Bard? )

[ She laughs but is curious for the most part - if these things could be used in conjuncture with another is nothing she had come across before. That the blackwater made her a better fighter, was one thing, but this was quite another. ]

( I will, of course. You are now the one most familiar with it's... consequences. )

[perroquet]

[ He smiles from where he is, as certain tone of egotistical smugness enters his thoughts. ]

(No, not quite a spell, but still magic. The rawest, most powerful form of magic in all the cosmos - music.)

[ As if waiting on a cue, the symphony that's always playing within him swells. He wants to know what level of elation he could make her feel with music - his music - and how that would effect those around her through her power. But again, it's a selfish thing to want. At least he's aware. Being with her the one time it happened is enough to temper his own bad idea. ]

(I'm merely curious. The consequences aren't worth my toying with this ability of yours. Your power is intriguing to me, but then I remember the way you were... I'd rather never witness you that way again. )

[ And being the one most familiar with her emotionless state, he's doubly hurt when the conversation shifts. ]

[shri]

( It will be as it is, such a thing is a small price to pay for being of a greater purpose to us all. )

[ an assurance perhaps, that she has already accepted the consequences. A sensation of covering, her breath against his knuckles. ]

( I will be alright. )