Well, it's still up in the air, but -- most of us are? [That at least hasn't gotten old, being part of an us. It's the same thing that had compelled Koby to join the military -- wait, no. That wasn't right. He'd never joined the Abraxan military. And there wasn't anything before Abraxas, right?
Shaking the thoughts away, only vaguely aware of the bits of stardust that scatter from his lightened hair at the movement, Koby refocuses on the point of things: he's one of the Summoned, he's part of something, he's able to actually affect change and help people the way he's always wanted to. And, what's more, he gets to meet people who feel the same -- Steve fairly high among them.]
Of course I'm excited. It's exciting, Steve. [There's a note of huffiness in the words as Koby carefully turns the other young man's hands so they're palm-up, slightly cupped. Then, after a quick breath, steeling himself -- why? It's just Steve, they're friends, there's nothing at all to be worried about -- Koby cradles Steve's hands in his, focusing intently. There's no request -- no Echo -- but he can just summon the feeling, the sensation of being called upon.
Slowly the little bits of stardust that float around Koby's shoulders, that rest in his hair and on his skin and glitter slightly in the sun, begin to pool together above Steve's palms, swirling into an elegant, swirling shape -- a fish, long and sleek and silvery. Koby is beaming up at Steve, the glow from him ramped up to eleven.] Look! See? Isn't that amazing?
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Shaking the thoughts away, only vaguely aware of the bits of stardust that scatter from his lightened hair at the movement, Koby refocuses on the point of things: he's one of the Summoned, he's part of something, he's able to actually affect change and help people the way he's always wanted to. And, what's more, he gets to meet people who feel the same -- Steve fairly high among them.]
Of course I'm excited. It's exciting, Steve. [There's a note of huffiness in the words as Koby carefully turns the other young man's hands so they're palm-up, slightly cupped. Then, after a quick breath, steeling himself -- why? It's just Steve, they're friends, there's nothing at all to be worried about -- Koby cradles Steve's hands in his, focusing intently. There's no request -- no Echo -- but he can just summon the feeling, the sensation of being called upon.
Slowly the little bits of stardust that float around Koby's shoulders, that rest in his hair and on his skin and glitter slightly in the sun, begin to pool together above Steve's palms, swirling into an elegant, swirling shape -- a fish, long and sleek and silvery. Koby is beaming up at Steve, the glow from him ramped up to eleven.] Look! See? Isn't that amazing?