there is the slightest prickle - a niggle at the back of her mind - that told her she was not alone in her thoughts. it was not a deep intrusion (for surely she would feel more exposed if it was?) but it was enough. aranea exhaled with a sound similar to displeasure for though she welcomed the company she did not wish to feel naked in the presence of one who was a stranger.
i have known others like you. telepaths, magicians, mind-readers - i am familiar with this form of communication. it had been her only means of doing so for many years.
the later question was a little more tricky and she found her darkened lips to purse ever so slightly. she considered the question, weighed it, and then found the words to reply. i cannot say. many years. i did not count them. they had no meaning, those years. they were empty and isolated and though she found contentment with her own company it was not enough to be meaningful.
i am aranea, by the way. in case it mattered. |
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