Life is good. I take part time jobs to help out with money. It bring smiles at dinner with my Mom and sister. Mom got sick, so I focus more on working. When Mom died I coped day by day. When my sister got married she suggested I move away. It...
Of course, I only think it was a mage. The guy shows up in a big smoky whirl, has to be a mage. Right?
No grey hair, but he did have the cloak, soft looking tallish boots, and a staff.
The three of them went off for a bit. They came back and laid out blankets.
We sat in silence for quite a while.
Eventually, the mage proclaimed that telepathy was not likely. The three of them had been thinking all manner of thoughts (obscene, funny, threats, nonsense); and I had not shown any reaction.
"You do have a 'magic spell' level of comprehension and speaking."
I get some grilling about talking to the birds "How did you know to do that?"
I always was the kind of person to talk to flowers, plants, and animals of all kinds. There was never an instance where any of those appeared to hear me. Just here on this planet, in this new body.
I did keep my conversations private or low key.
The mage asked me to demonstrate with one of the plants nearby.
Playing along, I tell the plant how I appreciate the life it leads. I enjoy how they sprung up after winter and made me smile. How they spread all over in just a little.
The mage listens and says I simply have a bardic nature.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
