Short, weird, fun!

Oh cat… why must we wage this battle every few months, where you decide we have to get up when you want us to, and we argue that you don’t have the right to be our alarm?

But, got a little writing in this morning, at least. Only a little, though, because *TIRED.*

Good to get some writing in early, since The Secret World launches today for pre-orders, and I promised myself I’d write first on any day that I play.

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Sephilla sighed, staring back toward the lasher grove. “All right then, let’s go see what’s in there.”

Lily starled her with a boisterous hug, grinning fit to burst.

“You’re all insane,” Sephilla said again, but she was smiling as she said it.

Tonly took the lead, trying to go slowly enough for each of them to step only in his own footprints. The trail was still as clear as day, pulling him forward. Fortunately, the trek around the perimeter of the lasher grove had given him practice balancing his mind between that strange, intoxicating sense of the life all around him, and acting as an aware, rational human.

Now that they were on the path forward again, his emotional hyper-awareness of his companions faded, and he realized something odd.

The humans behind him were fainter to his new life-sense than anything else in the forest. He could tell where they were, but not clearly. Not like the spoat, above and to the left, which lay quiet in the maw of the lasher that had captured it. He could tell that it had struggled, and that now it was resigned, exhausted, and waiting for death.

Its emotional state was as clear as its physical presence, once he turned his attention to it, but his fellow humans were simply there, and barely that.

Were they blocking him somehow? He decided not to mention it for now.