Nemene let out a sniff, as if Evelynn's answer had been suitable but clearly not enough. Still the ragey little Queen did not ask another question, she simply turned the living hilt around in her hand and placed it upon the chair behind her, storing it for later. She had learned quite a bit from this girl, a surprising amount really, but one question still stood out within her mind, one thing that truthfully started this all.
“Why can I hear you in my head?” The question was almost a whisper, almost.
It was really the thing that began all this, the ability for Evelynn to speak Telepathically to Nemene, something that Moridin had even been unable to do. It frightened Nemene in truth, and every time that Evelynn “Spoke” it still sent a tingle down her spine.
She decided to inform the girl a little more. “You're no master of telepathy. I know this. I've had them try to speak to me, i've had my own father try and fail. No one has ever been able to speak within my mind, and yet you. A Stranger were able to do it without any second attempt. Why?”
She was hardly infallible after all.
“Why can I hear you in my head?” The question was almost a whisper, almost.
It was really the thing that began all this, the ability for Evelynn to speak Telepathically to Nemene, something that Moridin had even been unable to do. It frightened Nemene in truth, and every time that Evelynn “Spoke” it still sent a tingle down her spine.
She decided to inform the girl a little more. “You're no master of telepathy. I know this. I've had them try to speak to me, i've had my own father try and fail. No one has ever been able to speak within my mind, and yet you. A Stranger were able to do it without any second attempt. Why?”
She was hardly infallible after all.