[ -is what he says aloud, as a hand presses to his back. It steers him through the fuzzy feeling of sand beneath them, each footstep sinking softly instead of reverberating off their surroundings. Mentally, he's reading what he can from the boy without being too intrusive. Eavesdropping on this new, unpracticed symbiote, and responding quietly in kind. He says thank you, but he feels it too - humble gratitude flowing contentedly through him like a string of musical thought that isn't quite finished, with half formed lyrics that whisper words of approval.
Those high notes - the surges and bristles - aren't unnoticed. Neither is that thirst. It has been a long time, but it's a feeling Gildor recognizes well from his own youth. To not only be his best but the best. It is with thoughtful familiarity that Gildor carefully navigates another question: ]
Of course not. Do you have any ideas as to how we can do better, then? I am all ears.
no subject
[ -is what he says aloud, as a hand presses to his back. It steers him through the fuzzy feeling of sand beneath them, each footstep sinking softly instead of reverberating off their surroundings. Mentally, he's reading what he can from the boy without being too intrusive. Eavesdropping on this new, unpracticed symbiote, and responding quietly in kind. He says thank you, but he feels it too - humble gratitude flowing contentedly through him like a string of musical thought that isn't quite finished, with half formed lyrics that whisper words of approval.
Those high notes - the surges and bristles - aren't unnoticed. Neither is that thirst. It has been a long time, but it's a feeling Gildor recognizes well from his own youth. To not only be his best but the best. It is with thoughtful familiarity that Gildor carefully navigates another question: ]
Of course not. Do you have any ideas as to how we can do better, then? I am all ears.