[There were some things Descry had learned to take in stride. There were even more things he had learned to take in stride due to being here. He'd thought his depth of knowledge just about as complete as it could get without actually going insane. Then he'd met a unicorn and he'd discovered otherwise.
[The man on the boat was not, obviously, a unicorn. He also wasn't human. He looked remarkably human, but his internal physiology very much ... wasn't. Descry didn't exactly need to reach to know that; it was that unaware thought, that state of present being which most people didn't consider thought, which alerted him. The unguarded one no one saw fit to hide.
[The part that was making Descry feel like he was listening to an avalanche from two feet away, without the benefit of ear-coverings, was everything else. It was the present knowledge of self, a self that included years which spun and turned and overlapped. Descry could handle age. It was the way the surface of this being's mind spiralled. It was the way it held him at a distance, like oil repelling water, in a way Descry had never experienced before but which made his temples throb. He couldn't actually read anything, but the idea of trying to dive into that whirlpool made his hands clammy.
[The being's voice--the Doctor, supplied some collective gathering of unidentifiable thoughts--took a moment to filter in. After a moment Descry lifted his head and smiled weakly.]
no worries, i'm angling more for owies than knowledge anyways! mental blocks are new to him
[The man on the boat was not, obviously, a unicorn. He also wasn't human. He looked remarkably human, but his internal physiology very much ... wasn't. Descry didn't exactly need to reach to know that; it was that unaware thought, that state of present being which most people didn't consider thought, which alerted him. The unguarded one no one saw fit to hide.
[The part that was making Descry feel like he was listening to an avalanche from two feet away, without the benefit of ear-coverings, was everything else. It was the present knowledge of self, a self that included years which spun and turned and overlapped. Descry could handle age. It was the way the surface of this being's mind spiralled. It was the way it held him at a distance, like oil repelling water, in a way Descry had never experienced before but which made his temples throb. He couldn't actually read anything, but the idea of trying to dive into that whirlpool made his hands clammy.
[The being's voice--the Doctor, supplied some collective gathering of unidentifiable thoughts--took a moment to filter in. After a moment Descry lifted his head and smiled weakly.]
Seasick. Sorry. Do you need help?