Chapitre 171: Breathing underwater...?

"Okay enough with the weird mind games, what are you two thinking?"

Kal's hurt exclamation is enough to make me realise that not everyone can hear the  conversations going on in my head, and I quickly snap to attention, turning myself to Kal with a nervous swallow.

I suppose living with several mind readers- Ithuriel and Soren mainly, have gotten me rather used to communicating via cognitive thought alone, a method of which isn't particularly useful considering the majority of the Faey Folk can't express the same sort of communication.

"Right," I start, taking a furtive moment to collect my thoughts. "Lady Delina is only part Siren," I explain slowly, lifting a finger in indication, to which Kal only nods rolling his eyes.