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| Quinn Teraphal | May 29 2008, 07:17 AM |
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"Somerled..." Quin repeated under her breath. The name was unfamiliar. She walked in silence, for a moment, and then piped up. "Talk...to objects? Surely you mean more than, say, the way I've talked to my stuffed animals before, when I was little...er. Younger. Um, do they talk back or something?" In the back of her mind, Quinn tries to focus a little on the box she'd left behind. It had extra clothes and her well-loved copy of White Fang - she figured she would need them, wherever she was going. However, she wasn't quite sure whether or not her powers would work if she wasn't completely focused. She might be able to get the box at least out of the yard, but since she didn't know where that was any more, it seemed a little far-fetched. "Then again," Quinn thought, "having telekinesis at all is far-fetched...just think about the box. The book, at least. My book...small, rectangular...page 37 has a tiny rip in it...it's in the box. The box is just big enough that I can carry it..." She continued to think about the possessions she was trying to mentally drag behind her, hoping it would work, but at the same time, wanting to hear the answer to her question. |
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