Great Minds Think Alike
Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2023 2:24 am
Amidst the bustling trading quarter, nestled near the shimmering waters of a freshwater sea, a young girl with amber-brown skin and a crown of curly hair embarked on a journey of exploration. The air was alive with a symphony of scents, a harmonious blend of freshly caught fish and vibrant blooms from nearby flower stalls. Each breath filled her lungs with the invigorating aroma, mingling the briny tang of the sea with the delicate sweetness of blossoms. As she meandered through the labyrinthine alleys, her eyes were drawn to opulent displays of wealth—traders haggling over exquisite treasures, exchanging gold and sapphires with a flourish. The glittering gems and shimmering precious metals cast a mesmerizing gleam, captivating her senses and igniting a curiosity within her soul.
Clad in an intense black robe that enveloped her figure, the girl ventured through the bustling crowd, her face partially obscured, yet her bushy, curly hair peeking out playfully. The robe seemed to hold an air of mystery, an enigmatic allure that only heightened the intrigue surrounding her presence. It swayed gently with each step, a whispering reminder of her silent movements through the vibrant marketplace. Despite the concealment, her radiant spirit shone through, manifesting in the glimmering curiosity in her eyes. She blended effortlessly amidst the tapestry of vibrant colors that adorned the bustling quarter, a striking contrast to the vivid hues that surrounded her. The world unfolded before her, a tableau of sights, sounds, and scents, beckoning her to unravel its secrets and discover the untold stories hidden within the folds of this enchanting place.
"Strange...intel suggested she'd be here around this time; but, ihavent senses her once. She must know im looking for her and has chosen to render herself unfound. Rightfully so, anyone looking for a scion is looking for trouble- a fact she could never ignore especially if she's to survive within the confines of this sphere. The only thing this planet hates more than an Elv is a breathing Scion."
Her steps were in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the bustling surroundings. As she walked, she engaged in a continuous stream of conversation with herself, her words flowing from her lips with an air of contemplation. Yet, despite her audible dialogue, the townsfolk around her seemed eerily unaware, their attention consumed by their own endeavors.
The girl's voice echoed softly, like whispers carried by the wind, as she expressed her thoughts and musings. She weaved through the crowded streets, the townspeople oblivious to her presence and her words, as if her voice blended seamlessly with the ambient sounds of the bustling port. Her interactions, though one-sided, held a sense of introspection and discovery, as if the world around her was merely a backdrop for her inner conversations. Undeterred by the lack of response, she wandered on, her expression serene, seemingly content in her solitude amidst the bustling sea of humanity.
"Come now, Savaj....Im aware of how cliché it sounds;but, i really do 'just wanna talk.'"
In the heart of a bustling intersection, where a myriad of people hurriedly passed by, Nagase stood with a mischievous glint in her eyes and a playful smile gracing her lips. Her presence radiated an irresistible magnetism as she silently issued a challenge to an invisible entity, daring it to reveal itself on fair ground. Surrounded by the constant ebb and flow of the crowd, she remained untouched by their presence, as if an unseen force created a protective bubble around her.
With unwavering confidence, the girl stood at the epicenter of the bustling chaos, a beacon of stillness amidst the commotion. People rushed by, their paths expertly avoiding any contact with her, seemingly unaware of her very existence. Yet, her eyes sparkled with anticipation, a silent invitation extended to the elusive presence she silently dared. Her playful smile hinted at a secret connection, an intangible dance taking place beyond the physical realm. In that vibrant intersection, she stood unyielding, her spirit untamed, patiently waiting for the invisible to materialize and embrace the challenge she had so boldly thrown into the chaotic symphony of humanity.
"I came in flesh...knowing full well of the dangers our Kind face in close proximity. A danger you and I are uniquely removed from. We're compatible...maybe even the first of our kind, can't say for sure just yet."
Among the scions, formidable psychic beings of immense power, a peculiar phenomenon persisted: an aversion to meeting in person. Despite their shared abilities and unique connection, the mere act of physical proximity held the potential to trigger violent reactions among them. The intricate web of thoughts and emotions that bound them together created an intricate dance of danger, where the intertwining energies threatened to unleash chaos. With the ability to read minds and manipulate bodies, a distinct distrust prevailed, for the vulnerabilities exposed in such close encounters were seen as potential weapons.
The scions, wise in their understanding of the risks, opted to navigate their existence with careful distance. They communicated through the ethereal realm, where their psychic energies intertwined like ethereal threads, exchanging ideas and forging alliances while remaining sheltered within the boundaries of their individual realms. This mutual avoidance allowed them to maintain a fragile peace, preventing the potential for conflicts born out of invasive mind-reading or coercive control. Tragically, it played a key role in the near extermination of the kind. Leaving the world with only a .005 percent psychic population.
Clad in an intense black robe that enveloped her figure, the girl ventured through the bustling crowd, her face partially obscured, yet her bushy, curly hair peeking out playfully. The robe seemed to hold an air of mystery, an enigmatic allure that only heightened the intrigue surrounding her presence. It swayed gently with each step, a whispering reminder of her silent movements through the vibrant marketplace. Despite the concealment, her radiant spirit shone through, manifesting in the glimmering curiosity in her eyes. She blended effortlessly amidst the tapestry of vibrant colors that adorned the bustling quarter, a striking contrast to the vivid hues that surrounded her. The world unfolded before her, a tableau of sights, sounds, and scents, beckoning her to unravel its secrets and discover the untold stories hidden within the folds of this enchanting place.
"Strange...intel suggested she'd be here around this time; but, ihavent senses her once. She must know im looking for her and has chosen to render herself unfound. Rightfully so, anyone looking for a scion is looking for trouble- a fact she could never ignore especially if she's to survive within the confines of this sphere. The only thing this planet hates more than an Elv is a breathing Scion."
Her steps were in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the bustling surroundings. As she walked, she engaged in a continuous stream of conversation with herself, her words flowing from her lips with an air of contemplation. Yet, despite her audible dialogue, the townsfolk around her seemed eerily unaware, their attention consumed by their own endeavors.
The girl's voice echoed softly, like whispers carried by the wind, as she expressed her thoughts and musings. She weaved through the crowded streets, the townspeople oblivious to her presence and her words, as if her voice blended seamlessly with the ambient sounds of the bustling port. Her interactions, though one-sided, held a sense of introspection and discovery, as if the world around her was merely a backdrop for her inner conversations. Undeterred by the lack of response, she wandered on, her expression serene, seemingly content in her solitude amidst the bustling sea of humanity.
"Come now, Savaj....Im aware of how cliché it sounds;but, i really do 'just wanna talk.'"
In the heart of a bustling intersection, where a myriad of people hurriedly passed by, Nagase stood with a mischievous glint in her eyes and a playful smile gracing her lips. Her presence radiated an irresistible magnetism as she silently issued a challenge to an invisible entity, daring it to reveal itself on fair ground. Surrounded by the constant ebb and flow of the crowd, she remained untouched by their presence, as if an unseen force created a protective bubble around her.
With unwavering confidence, the girl stood at the epicenter of the bustling chaos, a beacon of stillness amidst the commotion. People rushed by, their paths expertly avoiding any contact with her, seemingly unaware of her very existence. Yet, her eyes sparkled with anticipation, a silent invitation extended to the elusive presence she silently dared. Her playful smile hinted at a secret connection, an intangible dance taking place beyond the physical realm. In that vibrant intersection, she stood unyielding, her spirit untamed, patiently waiting for the invisible to materialize and embrace the challenge she had so boldly thrown into the chaotic symphony of humanity.
"I came in flesh...knowing full well of the dangers our Kind face in close proximity. A danger you and I are uniquely removed from. We're compatible...maybe even the first of our kind, can't say for sure just yet."
Among the scions, formidable psychic beings of immense power, a peculiar phenomenon persisted: an aversion to meeting in person. Despite their shared abilities and unique connection, the mere act of physical proximity held the potential to trigger violent reactions among them. The intricate web of thoughts and emotions that bound them together created an intricate dance of danger, where the intertwining energies threatened to unleash chaos. With the ability to read minds and manipulate bodies, a distinct distrust prevailed, for the vulnerabilities exposed in such close encounters were seen as potential weapons.
The scions, wise in their understanding of the risks, opted to navigate their existence with careful distance. They communicated through the ethereal realm, where their psychic energies intertwined like ethereal threads, exchanging ideas and forging alliances while remaining sheltered within the boundaries of their individual realms. This mutual avoidance allowed them to maintain a fragile peace, preventing the potential for conflicts born out of invasive mind-reading or coercive control. Tragically, it played a key role in the near extermination of the kind. Leaving the world with only a .005 percent psychic population.