[ He's at the tail end of his run, nearly back home and enjoying the feel of cold air on his skin with his heart rate up and blood pumping. Awake, alert, and very much alive.
To feel Gavial's mind beckon to his own with that touch of cool Zenith is equally refreshing, his own mind flooded with it — not discord, but its natural presence — that at first, Amos doesn't recognize there's anything wrong.
The flatness of her demand has him slowing to a jog in a surprise show of hesitation. ]
I got out of there. Little beat up, but it isn't anything magic and a bit of time won't fix.
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To feel Gavial's mind beckon to his own with that touch of cool Zenith is equally refreshing, his own mind flooded with it — not discord, but its natural presence — that at first, Amos doesn't recognize there's anything wrong.
The flatness of her demand has him slowing to a jog in a surprise show of hesitation. ]
I got out of there. Little beat up, but it isn't anything magic and a bit of time won't fix.
[ Pause. ]
What's wrong?