Aislen and Cameron’s Moment

Outside of Trayrock, Present Time

Aislen hadn’t realized just how mentally noisy Trayrock had been. Since the Mer had attacked, it had been like the volume had been turned down, again, and again, and again. Every time it got quieter, she would feel a shiver of cold cross over her skin because she knew what that meant. A large group of minds rendered silent. So large a group that even the incoming minds of the Mer did not fill the space left in their passing.

She reached out over, and over, in the hope of finding Tiffany, but there were just too many heads still – the Mer thoughts were incomprehensible due to the language divide, and the people of Trayrock’s thoughts were scared, panicked, and mentally screaming. She couldn’t find anyone in the soup of thought… She knew, though. She had known straight away, perhaps even realized it at the very moment that Tiffany had died, feeling that severing of connection. Tiffany was dead.

Talen held her as she recovered from the hysteria induced v