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Posted on July 26, 2018 at 07:11:50 PM by ZOHAR
She eyed him, uncertain. Psychic magic was something that Zohar had had little to do with so far, and she was grateful for it. It was only when confronted with a person who could read her private innermost thoughts that Zohar was able to empathise with the non-magic users who regarded her fire bending with fear. Fire was dangerous, but at least it was visible, and could be used for good. Fire could warm a home or light the path to get there. Zohar could not think of a single use of telepathy which wasn’t grossly invasive.
The boy’s clarification sent her eyebrows shooting skywards. So, apparently there was a use of telepathy which wasn’t grossly invasive… unless it was grossly invasive towards horses? Zohar glanced at Tempest doubtfully, but if he was upset that someone had just read his mind, he gave no indication. Knowing Tempest, if he was upset there’d definitely be some kind of sign, so his apparent tolerance was a pretty good indicator of actual tolerance. Having ascertained that her pegasus was fine with this weird new magic, Zohar replayed the words in her head and found a new, more positive angle to approach them. “We think the same?” She asked hopefully, childlike excitement playing in the undertones of her voice. She reached out to rub Tempest’s neck twice and then put her arms around him. Tempest met this unwanted hug with grudging acceptance, blowing air through his nose in what sounded like a reluctant sigh. He may not be thrilled to learn that they thought the same, but Zohar sure as heck was. She could feel a warm glow from within. Her wariness at discovering his psychic powers was already forgotten. “That’s okay.” She told him cheerfully, plucking a few stray leaves and twigs from Tempest’s mane. “Sometimes I set fire to things by accident. We can’t always control it like we want to.” Both the boy and his horse seemed to have settled down. Zohar remained by Tempest’s side anyway, keeping one eye on them. If he gave any indication of wanting her to leave, she could slip quietly back into the forest. Happily, the melancholic mood appeared to have broken. The boy’s next question was more akin to the kind which leant itself well to conversation. She smiled, leaning back against Tempest’s flank. “I like horses.” She confirmed. “I like people too, but horses are simpler. Like in a good way. You can always trust horses and they don’t make judgements about you.” Her smile dipped slightly as the handsome faces of her other horses from Knell flashed through her mind. Wherever they were now, she hoped they were happy and loved. They deserved all the love in the world. “Sooo. I’m guessing there’s a reason you haven’t said your name.” She observed, slipping her hands into her pockets and pushing herself forward off Tempest’s flank. “So I’m just gonna give you a name. You look like…” She reached up with one hand and stroked her chin thoughtfully, narrowing her eyes a little. “A… Matthew. I’m gonna call you Matt.” Zohar | |
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