[Berna had gotten back to Amelia via a letter she finds under her pillow one morning. She was almost finished with the project the Emerald Witch had requested a while ago in order to aid her psychic roommate and to expect it by next week. That gives Amelia some relief. She wasn't putting it off on purpose but it does hit her how long Henry Creel has been living with her in Blackgale. When did he last arrive...? Late spring had given way to summer and he was still here under the same roof.
Considering where they started, Amelia supposes that they're actually getting along now. And after she helped fix the one spider in the garden for Henry, something else has changed though she wouldn't have been able to identify it at first.
Every now and then, she checks on the spider she magically repaired. It had moved to her roses, finding a sizeable gap that would camoflage it from birds and other predators. She makes sure to water around it but its shimmering, red-hair web is quite springy and resistant to any residual drops.
She's secretly glad that it's still around, the one spider she now truly likes.
One cool summer evening, Amelia sits at the kitchen counter reviewing her notes in her stuffed notebook. She flips through the pages idly before landing on the spread where she had at some point, written about Henry.]
Known Powers: Telekinesis, telepathy(?), memory diving (need to elaborate, can be done without notice, sound and music can block out)
Conclusion (for now): More than one ESP ability, dangerous, Collective would want to utilize. May ask about more later.
heart in a headlock;
Considering where they started, Amelia supposes that they're actually getting along now. And after she helped fix the one spider in the garden for Henry, something else has changed though she wouldn't have been able to identify it at first.
Every now and then, she checks on the spider she magically repaired. It had moved to her roses, finding a sizeable gap that would camoflage it from birds and other predators. She makes sure to water around it but its shimmering, red-hair web is quite springy and resistant to any residual drops.
She's secretly glad that it's still around, the one spider she now truly likes.
One cool summer evening, Amelia sits at the kitchen counter reviewing her notes in her stuffed notebook. She flips through the pages idly before landing on the spread where she had at some point, written about Henry.]
[Well. Better to ask now than never.]
Hey, Henry? Quick question if you don't mind.