:That's not the feeling I get, and I can keep it from happening anyway,: Need insists, though she can't and doesn't hide that the idea unsettles her.
The gnomes take her to that place she saw in their minds - oh, it's a throne room! Through their eyes all the gleaming things have a particular luster, and the lanky thin-limbed figure has some odd quality. Need regards the throne-gnome's emotional state and personality, what she can of it across the short physical distance and the larger gap of an unfamiliar type of mind, the kind that keeps an effigy of a miniature human woman as a sort of totem. He seems... yes, she decides, this one is excitable and short-tempered, but there's compassion there too, and she thinks more familiarity with humans. Need makes a judgement.
There are hands on her which aren't really suited to bearing her, probably wouldn't be even if they were human scale. She calls up the glow on her blade anyway, a soft version without the brilliant flash, that builds slowly into the words. If they can read any language, it will translate into that. WOMAN’S NEED CALLS ME, AS WOMAN’S NEED MADE ME. HER NEED MUST I ANSWER, AS MY MAKER BADE ME.
As gently as she can make her harsh, gravelly voice, she says, :Hello.:
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The gnomes take her to that place she saw in their minds - oh, it's a throne room! Through their eyes all the gleaming things have a particular luster, and the lanky thin-limbed figure has some odd quality. Need regards the throne-gnome's emotional state and personality, what she can of it across the short physical distance and the larger gap of an unfamiliar type of mind, the kind that keeps an effigy of a miniature human woman as a sort of totem. He seems... yes, she decides, this one is excitable and short-tempered, but there's compassion there too, and she thinks more familiarity with humans. Need makes a judgement.
There are hands on her which aren't really suited to bearing her, probably wouldn't be even if they were human scale. She calls up the glow on her blade anyway, a soft version without the brilliant flash, that builds slowly into the words. If they can read any language, it will translate into that. WOMAN’S NEED CALLS ME, AS WOMAN’S NEED MADE ME. HER NEED MUST I ANSWER, AS MY MAKER BADE ME.
As gently as she can make her harsh, gravelly voice, she says, :Hello.: