[ It's a lot of text at once, and it is a bit distracting. He's curious, though, so Rhy takes the time to read it. The part about the turtle, at least, he finds quite interesting.
But then it just keeps going, and he sees his name.
His experience, parts of which he never shared with anyone besides Kell -- and Julie, considering she was there.
For a long minute or two, he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't even read it fully, discomfort rising as he skims to the end, then back up, until the words dissipate. It brings everything back so starkly, he can almost feel the cold again, numbing his fingertips.
More text appears, more distractions. Some people whose writing he recognizes.
Eventually, he speaks up too. ]
You need to learn to control your new gifts. And your tongue.
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But then it just keeps going, and he sees his name.
His experience, parts of which he never shared with anyone besides Kell -- and Julie, considering she was there.
For a long minute or two, he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't even read it fully, discomfort rising as he skims to the end, then back up, until the words dissipate. It brings everything back so starkly, he can almost feel the cold again, numbing his fingertips.
More text appears, more distractions. Some people whose writing he recognizes.
Eventually, he speaks up too. ]
You need to learn to control your new gifts. And your tongue.
[ ...or mind-writing urges, as it were. ]