Simmaeri's jaws clicked with a quick open-and-close, not expecting that sort of response. It was, in a way, similar to the way her own kind interacted, though...empty in that sense. There was no magic to these words, simply words themselves. Stranger, stranger, stranger...
As for response, it was the only way she knew of now: Blending will and thought and sound, creating a heavy, imposing force – big enough for a Gerr, but perhaps too big for a girl on the wing. Yet what was a girl? What was a bird? Simmaeri didn't know, but she certainly impressed the interest to know.
Who is it who speaks to me? Is it you? What are you?
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Simmaeri's jaws clicked with a quick open-and-close, not expecting that sort of response. It was, in a way, similar to the way her own kind interacted, though...empty in that sense. There was no magic to these words, simply words themselves. Stranger, stranger, stranger...
As for response, it was the only way she knew of now: Blending will and thought and sound, creating a heavy, imposing force – big enough for a Gerr, but perhaps too big for a girl on the wing. Yet what was a girl? What was a bird? Simmaeri didn't know, but she certainly impressed the interest to know.
Who is it who speaks to me? Is it you? What are you?