[ It seems apt that its emotions are as intense and felt so fully. Comfort and frustration, fear and joy. Luna knows something of it at least: it's some wild thing. Specifics unknown, she can imagine it like some kind of fierce beast — like when she'd had to tame it in a classroom months ago now. Or the silent shifting beneath Peter's eyes: aware, listening, watching her.
This has been coming for sometime, in reflection. But there's still much she doesn't know.
She shivers when it speaks. Much like Peter, as if it had stolen his voice. But unnatural, the buzzing undertones of noise beneath it. She grips at the book in her lap, lips pursing as she listen.
And then a pang of sympathy for the poor creature. Its frustration is clear enough, strong enough for her to feel it. ]
I'm sorry, but thank you for trying. [ a beat. ] What... are you? Do you have a name?
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This has been coming for sometime, in reflection. But there's still much she doesn't know.
She shivers when it speaks. Much like Peter, as if it had stolen his voice. But unnatural, the buzzing undertones of noise beneath it. She grips at the book in her lap, lips pursing as she listen.
And then a pang of sympathy for the poor creature. Its frustration is clear enough, strong enough for her to feel it. ]
I'm sorry, but thank you for trying. [ a beat. ] What... are you? Do you have a name?