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[i]Honed. Psionic. Cryokinetic.[/i] It was the most complete lesson she'd been given on this language since she'd arrived here. The more Rave spoke the more Akagalcia listened, eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration. It wasn't going to be easy for her to communicate with him if she wasn't certain about how. She could feel her mind shifting, as it had so often when she tried to twist fire and heat in her fingers since arriving here, fumbling like a novice. [i]This[/i] was acclimation. Zedar hadn't explained it half so clearly. In all their time together, he had only shown her how to feel it. But this was...

Their drinks arrived, Rave's whiskey and Akagalcia's pitcher of rice milk and... she still couldn't put a name to the liquor they put in this stuff. She only knew it was purple and it turned the milk too. She filled her mug and had a sip. [color=SteelBlue]"So since you arrived here, seen anything interesting?"[/color]

Akagalcia's eyes went wide. She threw her free hand to gesture all around the bar. [color=orange]"Have you [i]not[/i] seen anything interesting since [i]you[/i] arrived here?"[/color] She snatched her hand back into her lap, smiling apologetically at another server whom she'd almost pushed into a table. She looked back to Rave. [color=orange]"This place... My world, before I was taken, was nothing like this. My tribe hunted animals and used ...psionics... it is all we knew, to live and travel and search and fight. There were cities, there was seekegatha-erhm... there were civilized places. But no one knew the ingredients for sunfire or how to trap air and float rocks into the deepsky. No one even thought of it. [i]Everything here is interesting[/i], Rave. This [i]world[/i] is different to me. And no one seems to know what I know, or know that they know what I know when they do know what I know."[/color]

She took another sip of milk from her mug, looking more closely at Rave's features. [color=orange]"Nobody listens to each other much. That's the most different, I think. Everybody needs ten words for one thing. You can make things cold. I can make things hot. You can borrow minds. I can taste the color of the feeling of..."[/color] Akagalcia scowled at the mouth of her mug, frustrated. [color=orange]"I still can't find the right words... but it is still simple."[/color] She tapped her knuckles to her chest, then extended a forefinger to point at Rave. [color=orange]"We are awake."[/color] She then waved the same hand in a spiraling motion. [color=orange]"And most people I've met here are not.[/color]