"If there was a button that killed everyone I hated, I probably wouldn't press it ... but if there was a button that killed everyone who hated me, I'd press it without hesitation."
[ It does take her a moment, to conjure the image and quite find the trick as he had, to keep the image whole, in her mind, and then project it to him. Focusing completely to do it (and privately, make sure, that more did not come through, and frighten him).
A great and long feasting splashes out, every inch of it decorated. People of all kinds are crowded around from her current view, which is looking down from slightly raised at the back. Looking onto the middle of the two long tables, where a group of actors are staging their play. But each of them is more fantastical than the last. They are involved in some kind of chase, where the skeletal creature robed in flowers chases the woman through the rows of dancers time their movements to seem like trees whipped about in a storm, lashing ribbons right and left to swirl in the 'wind'. In the woman's hands is a skull that she uses as a light to guide her way, and the old woman laughs when it seems like she actually, legitimately, is floating and flying. Some of it is almost like the town they all lived in now, but other parts of it are far, far older, centuries and centuries before anything like the village had now. Only candles and fireplaces to light the space, the crowd dressed in clearly something more like the beginning of the middle ages than anything current, even if there are some of the same choices in clothing styles and ornaments.
It's a moment, just one, where the scene of the play unfolds, no more than she can hold beyond that. Then like having to give up on holding a deep breathe, she releases it and lets it fade from their connection. ]
They are the Mummers, they stay with us in winter to tell stories to entertain us over the long dark nights.
[ He absorbs it all in rapt attention, awed by the intricacy of the costumes and the scene overall. He knows from personal experience how much focus and energy it takes to relay moving images over telepathy, and he's as impressed by how long she can hold onto it as equally as he is with the Mummers themselves. ]
That was beautiful. I ... really appreciate you sharing it with me. I felt like I was there.
I am glad, I felt the same when you showed me that beautiful ship. My people are sailors, we are bound to the Sea, and it felt wonderous to see another world's ocean. Especially here, where there is no sea to bring me solace.
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[ To mend bridges, any of them, requires items of wood, nails and hands. It seemed the same. ]
Would... would you like to see how we tell stories, in my home? It is not so... mighty in scale, but...
[ An offering of something the same, of home sickness, and the simple love of things that gave comfort. ]
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[ She does not the skill others do in project their mind, as much as her own is protected. ]
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A great and long feasting splashes out, every inch of it decorated. People of all kinds are crowded around from her current view, which is looking down from slightly raised at the back. Looking onto the middle of the two long tables, where a group of actors are staging their play. But each of them is more fantastical than the last. They are involved in some kind of chase, where the skeletal creature robed in flowers chases the woman through the rows of dancers time their movements to seem like trees whipped about in a storm, lashing ribbons right and left to swirl in the 'wind'. In the woman's hands is a skull that she uses as a light to guide her way, and the old woman laughs when it seems like she actually, legitimately, is floating and flying. Some of it is almost like the town they all lived in now, but other parts of it are far, far older, centuries and centuries before anything like the village had now. Only candles and fireplaces to light the space, the crowd dressed in clearly something more like the beginning of the middle ages than anything current, even if there are some of the same choices in clothing styles and ornaments.
It's a moment, just one, where the scene of the play unfolds, no more than she can hold beyond that. Then like having to give up on holding a deep breathe, she releases it and lets it fade from their connection. ]
They are the Mummers, they stay with us in winter to tell stories to entertain us over the long dark nights.
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That was beautiful. I ... really appreciate you sharing it with me. I felt like I was there.
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I am glad, I felt the same when you showed me that beautiful ship. My people are sailors, we are bound to the Sea, and it felt wonderous to see another world's ocean. Especially here, where there is no sea to bring me solace.
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Ah, well … I’m glad I could help in some way.
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My apologies I thought the trade language... would be better...
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... Well, I suppose it is good to know it was not my lack of lessons catching up to me.