Wherever Vex was, whatever he was doing, however well he was protected. He would feel it. The consciousness, again. Vast. Unfathomable. It seemed to nudge him. To egg him on. To whisper, incoherently, in his mind.
Though, unlike the others; Vex could almost make out the true intention. Could almost understand the expression. It wanted him. Or wanted something
from
him.
It pushed, again. Almost
playfully
.
And Vex could almost
perceive
the eyes on him.
Old eyes.
Bright, and yellow-gold.
Dilated pupils, narrowed to slits.
They could see him.
The could
feel
him.
They were there.
And then they were gone.
Like smoke on the wind.
And the consciousness flitted away. The presence faded.
But it's intent remained.
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Danathis