08-19-2014, 06:16 PM
Lyra frowned. He wanted her tell him. Like, to talk? Well, she wouldn't. She couldn't. She looked out the door once more, before making a decision. Lyra crossed the floor to Kurako again and stood in front of him, thinking, for a moment that would more than likely make the man feel awkward. She was just watching him after all, silently.
Finally she reached her hand out. It hovered between them for a moment, as if she wanted to touch his face, but was unsure if she was allowed. Would he be angry? He did seem quite uncomfortable, though. Not exactly scowling or angry. Well, she took a chance then, and closed the rest of the space between his cheek and her soft hand.
She chose to send information rather than receive it. He would suddenly feel a great urge to walk outside and explore. He would want to feel the ground on his freshly healed bare feet, and the breeze in his hair. Surely he would understand that those were her feelings? If not, she could try harder to send an image of herself outside this room, though it would be hard considering she had never seen this place. The details would be all wrong.
Lyra removed her hand quickly after that, and stepped back, watching him with a curious look tinted with slight fear. She was not allowed to do that where she came from. But this place was different, right?
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