Chapter Seven(15)
Mostly because of the light in her eyes, steady as ever, but a bit warmer than before, like braziers with new dry logs pushed in, feeding the fire. But it was not scalding, her look. It simply told the fact that she was going to tell her the answer, this time.
‘It’s actually a mental ability,’ Lydia seemed to sweep a look at Alberto at that, but Cecy wasn’t sure, ‘You can read other’s emotions, limited of course, and it’s quite unstable of yet. That might be why you suddenly get glimpses that you don’t intend to see.’
Like the visions? I thought I was going mad...... Cecy didn’t want to acknowledge the fear, and now relief piled up inside her, knowing that she had not crumpled under the sheer load of information. She also felt curious, the feeling gently nagging at her like the waves washing against the shore. Her talent? What she could do? It sounded great, despite all her complicated concerns.