[ Sabine's thumb continued to stroke the structure—soft, absent, affectionate; rather like she'd gotten used to doing with the baby dragons or the eggs while working with them—as she pursed her mouth. With enough focus, she could make a television appear with them to display what she was implying about television static and shapes in the fuzz without specifics, but she didn't want more of her attention diverted away from the Singularity.
At least not above and beyond Istredd's welcome presence. ]
Nevermind. It's a rush, all slashed together. The images bleed into and out of each other, without crystalizing. Much the same with the emotions that go along with it. They are clearer, but they're the echoes from whatever is all of it.
I was hoping this side of connecting with it would have focused a little more, too. After the trip.
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At least not above and beyond Istredd's welcome presence. ]
Nevermind. It's a rush, all slashed together. The images bleed into and out of each other, without crystalizing. Much the same with the emotions that go along with it. They are clearer, but they're the echoes from whatever is all of it.
I was hoping this side of connecting with it would have focused a little more, too. After the trip.