"The trees. Yes. It's so strange, for a minute there I thought I felt... but it wasn't exactly a voice... more like-- a communicative breeze, like I couldn't quite pick up the words... " She gave a small, self-deprecating chuckle. "That probably sounds ridiculous, I know. I'm full of whimsy sometimes. Head in the clouds. You'll get used to it."
She remembered the glittering azure spiral that had formed over the Doctor's outstretched hand earlier, before the sudden shift in environment. "The Milky Way," she said softly. "And then... a constellation... but I've never... and how would they--" It sank in then what he had said, and her eyes darted to him in bewilderment. "Wait, your point of origin in the universe is different than mine?"
Her attention settled on the Doctor as a pensive, focused expression passed over his angular face, and a few heartbeats passed, and then she felt it-- the rolling, melodic whisper of thousands of minds, grazing feather-light over the surface of her consciousness before spiraling back outward into the world around them. It was still muted to her half-submerged psychic abilities, distant, a cacophony of indistinct murmurings: the languages of leaf and wind and bird and soil, of rain and rushing river and the small, scurrying creatures that hid in the underbrush. She lowered her face into her hands, fingers kneading her now aching forehead as she closed her eyes, trying to bring them into greater focus.
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"The trees. Yes. It's so strange, for a minute there I thought I felt... but it wasn't exactly a voice... more like-- a communicative breeze, like I couldn't quite pick up the words... " She gave a small, self-deprecating chuckle. "That probably sounds ridiculous, I know. I'm full of whimsy sometimes. Head in the clouds. You'll get used to it."
She remembered the glittering azure spiral that had formed over the Doctor's outstretched hand earlier, before the sudden shift in environment. "The Milky Way," she said softly. "And then... a constellation... but I've never... and how would they--" It sank in then what he had said, and her eyes darted to him in bewilderment. "Wait, your point of origin in the universe is different than mine?"
Her attention settled on the Doctor as a pensive, focused expression passed over his angular face, and a few heartbeats passed, and then she felt it-- the rolling, melodic whisper of thousands of minds, grazing feather-light over the surface of her consciousness before spiraling back outward into the world around them. It was still muted to her half-submerged psychic abilities, distant, a cacophony of indistinct murmurings: the languages of leaf and wind and bird and soil, of rain and rushing river and the small, scurrying creatures that hid in the underbrush. She lowered her face into her hands, fingers kneading her now aching forehead as she closed her eyes, trying to bring them into greater focus.
"I hear them," she said.