the astral eyes chatter over each other, rolling and blinking
they send colored energy back and forth for conversation
the hushed thoughts occasionally making sense
<danger danger> they cry, huddling to the seer's chest tightly <evil energy is in the air, careful! don't trust them!>
noise around the seer's ears
ringing and static signaling the approach of a prophecy
a divination
a strike of intuition
advice from eyes that feel too much and see what they want to see
a ring of them around the seer's throat every time she tries to speak out of flow
<perfect flow is perfect knowledge> they whisper <anything otherwise attracts evil and chaos>
<oh sweet young seer
child of the stars
can't you hear the screams of your long lost planets?
can't you hear the cry of earth beneath your feet?
are you ready to lose another one?>
the tears of the seer mean nothing to the eyes
but they weep just the same
it's not empathy so much as reflection
as below so above
the tales of spirits hold no wonder
