Oh! Oh, how exciting! There was far more than simply presence in return, far more than just the quiet, impatient tingle of awareness that had come more and more often. Oh! A greeting, how delightful! I’m here, she thought, reveling in the words and everything they meant. I, oh, what a glorious concept! Self, individuality, separation from the whole, uniqueness, personhood! Oh, I! I was a fantastic word! And am! Ohhhh how beautiful and sweet, rife with potential, to be. And together! Ohhh, together, I am. Such a complex, layered, powerful statement, compressed into one little sound, I’m.
And here. Oh, she could bask in that one for ages, the very essence of presence, oh how lovely! I’m here. Such a simple sentence, but how very, very much it meant! I’m here, she repeated back, melting into the touch of mind to mind, sparkling and shimmering and dancing with excitement even as her body stayed still.
I’m Kharon. Now that one was different, that one was a truth that belonged to this other I, this other mind, this other person, and the last, that was...ohhh, how intriguing. Identity.
Kharon, she echoed, chittering and rumbling and purring with delight, rubbing up against his presence wrapped around her, curled up next to her, oh, she liked that very much. I’m…? she asked, curious and craving a sound to give back, an identity to share in return for his. A name. So she could answer, so she could greet him back.
Oh! Oh, goodness! And then there was something new, something brand new, not a sound or a feeling but a very different sensation, and she let it wash over her, let the intent behind that brand new something filter in. Eyes, she had eyes, oh, of course she had eyes, but she didn’t know they could do that! Color, and light, and the understanding that she was seeing. Seeing his face!
Well.
Sort of.
More words, quite a few of them all at once, and she just let them be, let them exist in her mind, felt the warm comfort of companionship and smiled. And then a question. Are you comfortable? Oh. Hmm. Curious. Her head tilted as she considered. Cozy, warm, snug, dark, safe. Comfortable? Oh, yes, the world was quite comfortable, in fact. So she agreed, open and guileless and delighted by his company.
Yes. Very.
And here. Oh, she could bask in that one for ages, the very essence of presence, oh how lovely! I’m here. Such a simple sentence, but how very, very much it meant! I’m here, she repeated back, melting into the touch of mind to mind, sparkling and shimmering and dancing with excitement even as her body stayed still.
I’m Kharon. Now that one was different, that one was a truth that belonged to this other I, this other mind, this other person, and the last, that was...ohhh, how intriguing. Identity.
Kharon, she echoed, chittering and rumbling and purring with delight, rubbing up against his presence wrapped around her, curled up next to her, oh, she liked that very much. I’m…? she asked, curious and craving a sound to give back, an identity to share in return for his. A name. So she could answer, so she could greet him back.
Oh! Oh, goodness! And then there was something new, something brand new, not a sound or a feeling but a very different sensation, and she let it wash over her, let the intent behind that brand new something filter in. Eyes, she had eyes, oh, of course she had eyes, but she didn’t know they could do that! Color, and light, and the understanding that she was seeing. Seeing his face!
Well.
Sort of.
More words, quite a few of them all at once, and she just let them be, let them exist in her mind, felt the warm comfort of companionship and smiled. And then a question. Are you comfortable? Oh. Hmm. Curious. Her head tilted as she considered. Cozy, warm, snug, dark, safe. Comfortable? Oh, yes, the world was quite comfortable, in fact. So she agreed, open and guileless and delighted by his company.
Yes. Very.
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