"An athletic club?" Tadhg leans his head back against the plush red velvet upholstery to consider this "I should look into that."He normally gets all the exercise he needs at a canter in stallion form, but such a club could be a good place to meet people. And besides, he's not one to turn down a sauna session.
He studies Rachel in turn, both her lovely exterior and the convoluted channels that contain her life energies. Her warm, easygoing surface demeanor is not a lie or deliberately constructed cover, but he can trace coils and constrictions of tension in her patterns, riptide eddies of frustration and sluggish pools of fatigue.
Not unusual, given their shared circumstances. Not at all uncommon in Baedal, he has already discovered.
"I've been digging through past network entries since my arrival," he says softly. He won't speak openly of what he sees, won't probe any deeper with intrusive questions. But a more oblique approach... "I've learned about any number of events that have happened, and still gotten no closer to understanding the underlying why for it all." The network archives rather resemble his pattern-reading, in that respect.
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He studies Rachel in turn, both her lovely exterior and the convoluted channels that contain her life energies. Her warm, easygoing surface demeanor is not a lie or deliberately constructed cover, but he can trace coils and constrictions of tension in her patterns, riptide eddies of frustration and sluggish pools of fatigue.
Not unusual, given their shared circumstances. Not at all uncommon in Baedal, he has already discovered.
"I've been digging through past network entries since my arrival," he says softly. He won't speak openly of what he sees, won't probe any deeper with intrusive questions. But a more oblique approach... "I've learned about any number of events that have happened, and still gotten no closer to understanding the underlying why for it all." The network archives rather resemble his pattern-reading, in that respect.