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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[aluminumandash]

[ A prickle, a thrill: his thoughts charged with surprise. Rust tries to put a year to it—eighteen something—even as he recalls the watch that'd stopped dead on his wrist. Even as he doubles back to her casual invocation of magic.

(An hourglass wouldn't be hard to make.) ]

( Could you do it to me? ) [ Impossible to pass the question off as innocent, but he does his best not to lean into it too hard, not to let her feel the honed point. ]

[shri]

( I can try. I am not sure how to bring it up again. I simply... did it the first time. I wouldn't have understood it was happening at all until all of my emotions fell away from me and left me empty. )

[ It's a consideration of process, more than anything. Perhaps if she could invoke a feeling again? Use that instead of just making them feel what - she normally felt?

A consideration and where they speak, there's a the flush of her sense of self at the present: being at ease with him, the constant wariness of her surroundings, the ticking frustration of being connected to Elena and the desperate walls she has up against it, a overwhelming concern for - near everything close to her that she cares about, and then back to the problem at hand. ]

[aluminumandash]

[ Only after it's gone does he understand this is her, or them, his chainlink-rattle, shift-in-the-wind alertness and the walls she'll hold up by hand if she has to. Together a prison. ]

( It just came over you. ) [ The feeling of a sigh held in. Of skirting the edge of something blinding, grasping, and familiar. Slow release. ] ( Alright. )

[ His thoughts falter. He's not a fucking shrink. Maybe this is all hair-splitting, maybe they've already succumbed to mass delusion or maybe it's a matter of time. Share and share alike. ] ( We could go riding. )

[shri]

[ And for a completely different reason, she at once picks up. Like the prickle of a horses ears even - when they hear food coming. ]

(You know how to ride? Truly? )

[ And all at once those flicker of other emotions is shoved down with a warmly radiating pleasure at the thought. A longing, almost - she has missed having someone to ride with. Not that she minded teaching so many others. But still just to be able to openly enjoy that with someone else? ]

[aluminumandash]

[ He knows it's happening, likes and doesn't like how her delight thaws the cold grip of reason. ] ( I'm from Texas. ) [ Drawl tugging at the words, half playful, half mocking. ]

( And it ain't an excursion. )

[shri]

[ And as matter of factly as she can: she nods, stops, and then mentally gives a feeling of approval rather than physically how she holds herself, that sat up attention a mild eagerness that is still controlled but in the sense that there is so much to be controlled at all. ] ( Oh yes, I have heard tales of how proficient Americans are with riding.

Which part of the colony did Texas come from originally? I know Spain holds as much sway in some parts as the English once did, and the French that section - New Orleans was it? )

[ As for that - ]

( And those that can't mix business with pleasure have no sense of either. )