[It's like straining to hear against the wind and rain, against the wide span of a canyon - silence drowns out everything else. But he reaches, reaches, sweat beading at his temples from the effort like he was still a green branch of a sorcerer. Those behaviors that got him into so much trouble, that let his power bubble over too often before he knew his limits.
But he's older now. Wiser. He doesn't lose his composure. And when the echo comes, he lets it settle.
He doesn't speak back, lest he lose his concentration. But he lets his breath settle, in and then out, letting confidence settle in his unvoiced acknowledgment.
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But he's older now. Wiser. He doesn't lose his composure. And when the echo comes, he lets it settle.
He doesn't speak back, lest he lose his concentration. But he lets his breath settle, in and then out, letting confidence settle in his unvoiced acknowledgment.
I hear you. Speak to me.
I hear you. What is it you long for?]