Rabina
Rabina's back arches and she hums appreciatively, breathing hard as the torrent of information, sweet and pure, rushes over and through her. Her hands tighten spasmodically on both surfaces in which she is in contact, and her throat begins emitting an unearthly keening of pleasure that no humanoid body should produce.
::Good, good, oh good oh yes sweet but who the rider[?] wait we know such the dreaming ones their children childer and spawn the angular faces the swarming singers of the lighted ways but what is this thing this place these hands oh the hand oh sweet oh pretty oh yesYES::
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Rabina continues concentrating on sensitivity to psychic impressions in an attempt to discover the roots of the events she has witnessed- and for that matter, their consequences.