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[Charles looked probably particularly short when in comparison with the egg he sat beside. The egg itself had a soft luminous glow about it that was reflected in the telepath’s expression. He had one hand resting delicately on the shell and every so often would give a soft chuckle as if he were being tickled.]

How absolutely extraordinary.

[He said softly, before giving a blink and focusing back on his device. Someone had gotten distracted by tiny turtle emotions.]

I was curious about the draw I’d felt to come down this way and to this, [he looks up along the shell and well, even if it towered over him it was still an,] egg. I do not normally suffer from such compulsions.

[His control on his own mind was too strong (as a rule) and at first he’d been quite bemused at the strength of the compulsion, edging towards concerned. However, once he’d drawn closer and the egg had begun to resonate, everything had seemed to settle around him and he couldn’t imagine why he’d been concerned.

Which, of course, was concerning and had led to Charles investigating the egg with telepathic tendrils and oh what a fascinating response he’d gotten in return. In fact, it had him chuckling again as he brushed his hand lightly over the shell, almost like one would rub a baby’s back to sooth.]

I would not call it a conversation, per say but whoever is inside certainly seems to have a sweet and positive outlook on life at the moment. At least this one does.

I apologize if this has already been covered elsewhere but has anyone else come across an egg like this one?

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It is an egg.

[A large egg but still an egg.]

[Her expression blanks. A typical don't-treat-me-like-a-child-even-though-I-really-am-one look.]

I know it's an egg.

What kind of egg? I've never seen one like that before.

Quite honestly, I'm not entirely certain.

[He said, glancing up along the shell.]

Given it's location, size and the input I'm receiving I could hazard a guess but it would be just that; a speculation.

Input?

[Does that have anything to do with the fact that it was glowing--something which she had originally attributed to a trick of the light. But now, the longer the conversation went on, the more she was able to realize the glow was coming from the egg itself.]

[Normally, Charles was fairly reticent about speaking about his abilities but in this case, he had already alluded to it so making a clarification did not seem as if it would harm anything.]

Telepathically. It's ... well I can't say speaking exactly as its too young for language but its surprisingly adept at giving some well formed impressions.

[She was only just starting to make an effort to understand these supernatural aspects. But even still...first magic, now telepathy?]

The eggs are telepathic?

Not the egg itself. [Charles said with a soft chuckle.] But the creature within? If it is what I assume it is, then I believe than that might account for the strength of their psychic presence.

It helps that a function of my mutation is telepathy.

[Her eyes visibly widened. He had no reason to lie, which meant she believed what he was saying immediately. And it frightened her. Not because of what he might be able to do...but of what he might be able to hear.]

[Instinctively, as if it would help, her hands flew to her head. She retreated back from the console.]

I don't want anybody in my head.

[...no offense.]

[Charles merely arched an eyebrow at the reaction before he smiled.]

Not many people do. [He agreed.]

[She doesn't smile back.]

It doesn't...work through the Network, does it?

Actually my ability is neither enhanced nor obstructed by whether I see you in person.

[There seemed little point in obsfucating about that fact.]

[Midii was smart for her age, but it still took her a moment to fully comprehend precisely what he was saying.]

So it does.

Can you see what's in my head right now?

Were I to make an attempt to look, unless you have an innate defense against psychic intrusion, then most likely I could.

[Her question makes it tempting for him to try but he very purposefully strengthens his own shields against outside thoughts.]

[That was all she needed to know.]

[Midii's expressive gave a lot away in that single moment. Her eyes widened. Surprise. Gaze darting to one side and downward. Aversion. Her shoulders tensed, and she visibly pressed herself as far into the back of her chair as physically possible. A desire to escape.]

[The fear took over, and she quickly shut off the communicator before Charles would get any further chance to explain himself.]

[Better safe than sorry.]

[...]

[~~Sorry, Charles.~~]

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