[She allows him to hold her gaze while he muddles through his thoughts.]
It is the magic of this place. The sort that lets us send pictures to one another with a mere thought.
[Though Jon looks away, she does not. Her eyelids lower slightly as she recants the memory — of conversations she’d had with others, about the possibility that they were being watched or tracked. Nobody had a convincing answer for her.
It was easy for a queen to be paranoid about such things.]
The Displaced are not often thought of kindly, anymore. It would serve you well to remember that there are many here who seek to make our lives difficult in any way they can.
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It is the magic of this place. The sort that lets us send pictures to one another with a mere thought.
[Though Jon looks away, she does not. Her eyelids lower slightly as she recants the memory — of conversations she’d had with others, about the possibility that they were being watched or tracked. Nobody had a convincing answer for her.
It was easy for a queen to be paranoid about such things.]
The Displaced are not often thought of kindly, anymore. It would serve you well to remember that there are many here who seek to make our lives difficult in any way they can.