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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Macv12" data-source="post: 6776953" data-attributes="member: 6801600">Shen feels slammed back into her seat, as if waking up from a bad dream. She jumps in place, her knee whacks against the table, all the dishes jump, and her glass falls over. Everything's eerily quiet compared to before.She can only hear the echoes like a murmur through a wall, all the images gone, but she can just barely separate it all out. In her head is a whirling cacophony, overriding all hints of the calm breathing from before. She was taught to listen to the breathing, and listen for the holes, where nature was silent because something else was blocking the way. Those "something else's" had a sound of their own that would you could recognize them by. The elves who taught her mostly wanted to know when fey were getting too close, and they said it sounded like singing. She can kind of hear that, if she tries, but it's hard to listen to any one thing. There's also a roar like fire burning, a tinny ringing, a low wail, a scratchy feeling at the bag of her head, and still more. It all fades slowly, replaced by the rhythmic whispering of the water around them. She exhales, realizing she's been holding her breath. She also becomes aware of the intense pounding in her head, and the fact that no one is talking. She did kind of make a scene.She awkwardly puts her cup right-side-up and starts sopping up water, alternately rubbing the side of her head and her throbbing knee. "Sorry."Erm...so...it's this thing, that I learned in the forest. Ya sorta listen to nature around you, and you can hear if there's somethin' don't belong there near you. Like dragons and ghosts and stuff. They said that's why elves got ears like we do, so we can hear that." She looks up, speaking quietly, almost apologetic. "Anyway, I sorta did it on accident, but I heard...like, everything. Stuff that I don't even know what it is. You think a' something that ain't natural and it's here."She starts poking at food with her fork, still holding her head; she's certainly not hungry anymore. "I knew them gobs weren't right. Them hands and all, even their insides, it ain't natural." She looks to Daedarai. "Didn't they say there ain't been druids here for a while or somethin'? If there was any they prob'ly died a' heart attacks. Somethin's wrong here."</blockquote>

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