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[elimyr]

Slipping. Thin, a flash, like a fish skimming through water. Twisting along currents. She (he) slithers sideways through the world. Rock like sand underneath her (his) palm (mind). Water like wisps of cloud. Air like nothing, nothing at all

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[elimyr]

Elimyr turned to Penny, and her eyes lit up, subtly. "Penny," she said, in clear recognition, familiarity, her tone soft and a little awed. "You survived."

And there was happiness, genuine happiness at that.

[elimyr]

And the world spins.

No, they haven't met. Elimyr has no specific memories of her. Nothing they've done. Nothing they've said.

But there's something else there.

Elimyr's hand drifts to her chest. Her heart. Happiness, spreading warm through her.

"We didn't have to."

[elimyr]

"That? Oh, I read your mind."

By accident.

She'll learn to stop that, soon.

"But I knew you anyway." She reaches out, but hesitates, an instant before touching Penny's skin. "May I?" she asks, though it's not entirely clear what she's asking if she may do.

[elimyr]

Elimyr brushes her fingertips on Penny's palm, and, through the touch, through the contact, floods the link with what she feels. What she feels about Penny. The trust, the hesitant, quivering gratitude, the relief and the affection.

Clasps Penny's hand and uses it to balance her as she steps out from between the candles and offerings.

"You see?"

[elimyr]

"Does it have to be understood?" She doesn't want to understand. She just wants to feel. If she doesn't confront those emotions, she doesn't have to realize how she got them, gained them in the first place.

[elimyr]

And Elimyr just kind of folds into Penny's embrace. Shivering, a little, like she's never felt this before, and maybe she never has. Maybe in all of her life, no one's ever given her a hug. Not since she was a baby, not since before she can remember.

[elimyr]

Elimyr pulls away, after a time. Still kind of hugging herself.

"I've never met anyone like you," says Elimyr. "How did you end up like this?"

[elimyr]

"So your life only means things for other people?" asks Elimyr. "What about you? Does it mean anything for you?"