From the dark fantasy, Imprisoned in Stone.
Maerva stood, sword point on the floor while she awaited his call for the next exercise. A hint of a foreign thought reached through her concentration. She did not know whether she felt the faint call because her senses were extended or if her powers had grown. All she knew was that another mind, a man she did not know, beckoned. With the practice of long hours working with both Gareth and Tralin, Maerva hardened her defenses. Although tired, she sent out her own summons.
Instead of the usual courtesy of the one being called identifying himself or projecting an image, all Maerva received was surprise. An astonishment that was suddenly cut off. Maerva repeated her request for information. This time the only answer was the silence of the cosmos. Combined with the earlier efforts, weakness crept up her legs and she clutched at Gareth’s hands.
““Did you?” Maerva blurted out.
“What?” Gareth’s soft drawl queried.
His expression told Maerva the newcomer had only touched her mind.
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I didn't guess. Interesting bit about only touching her mind
ReplyDeleteI love the intimacy of telepathic communication. Seems like he'll be contacting her again.
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