11-19-2004, 10:08 AM
The Cloak couldn't help but emotionally cringe as contact was made. Telepathy was an ability that was quite difficult to control, but since it so rarely got the opportunity to use it having such control was seldom an issue. However, because it did so rarely use it, that same control was also greatly lacking. Once contact was made and a connection established it could filter things rather easily. But in that first second....
Flashes raced back and forth across it's "psyche" into, and out of, itself. Images, sounds, feelings, smells, sensations, smells..... How long had it been since it had smelled anything? What was that aroma that had crossed the barrier of this young woman's mind? Had she found it pleasant? Did it make her ill? Did she even remember the scent or was it something subconcious that had been tapped into?
No. Now was not the time for these questions, though the hunger for their answers birthed a thirst in him he knew he must someday quench. But that would have to be another day. For as it felt her mind it slowly began to remember what words were. How they were formed. How it could form them. The Cloak itself thought in feelings, spaces, wants, needs, fears, dreams......questions. Thinking in words again always took some getting used to.
"Eyes....."
It managed to say to Franki, though it knew that without context such a word meant nothing. And to many things. Words were not it's strong suit. Even in life communication had been through expression. Tandy could read his eyes and know what he was thinking. Expressions. Emotions. Feelings....
It knew feelings all to well. It knew the feeling of danger, of freedom, of fear, of love. But what it had felt then..... That was what he needed her to feel. That would be the quickest, and perhaps best, way to get her to understand.
It was a feeling of uncertainty. Of slight confusion. Of something being out of place. It was the feeling one got when they were being watched.
It felt like going home....and knowing someone else was there. Someone....who didn't belong.
But as it poured these feeling out of itself and into her, the cloak neglected to attend to its filtering duties. True, its telepathic abilites were far to weak to pry past the surface, even with great effort, but it could skim the surface easily. Pick up little snippets of thought here and there. And as it tried to help Franki understand, a new question arose to fuel its thirst.
Who.....was Kya?
Flashes raced back and forth across it's "psyche" into, and out of, itself. Images, sounds, feelings, smells, sensations, smells..... How long had it been since it had smelled anything? What was that aroma that had crossed the barrier of this young woman's mind? Had she found it pleasant? Did it make her ill? Did she even remember the scent or was it something subconcious that had been tapped into?
No. Now was not the time for these questions, though the hunger for their answers birthed a thirst in him he knew he must someday quench. But that would have to be another day. For as it felt her mind it slowly began to remember what words were. How they were formed. How it could form them. The Cloak itself thought in feelings, spaces, wants, needs, fears, dreams......questions. Thinking in words again always took some getting used to.
"Eyes....."
It managed to say to Franki, though it knew that without context such a word meant nothing. And to many things. Words were not it's strong suit. Even in life communication had been through expression. Tandy could read his eyes and know what he was thinking. Expressions. Emotions. Feelings....
It knew feelings all to well. It knew the feeling of danger, of freedom, of fear, of love. But what it had felt then..... That was what he needed her to feel. That would be the quickest, and perhaps best, way to get her to understand.
It was a feeling of uncertainty. Of slight confusion. Of something being out of place. It was the feeling one got when they were being watched.
It felt like going home....and knowing someone else was there. Someone....who didn't belong.
But as it poured these feeling out of itself and into her, the cloak neglected to attend to its filtering duties. True, its telepathic abilites were far to weak to pry past the surface, even with great effort, but it could skim the surface easily. Pick up little snippets of thought here and there. And as it tried to help Franki understand, a new question arose to fuel its thirst.
Who.....was Kya?