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Synnevath’s communication style is carefully cultivated and consciously constructed. You sense a deliberate care and effort in how she speaks: a serene and composed draconic mind that brings to mind a singular image: the rays of the sun piercing deep ocean depths—all of the light, with none of its warmth.

To behold Synnevath’s mindscape is to bear witness to innumerable greens: the deepest muddy algae, shimmering polished emeralds, sage and mint and jade and sea foam, the tender spring green of newly sprouts herbs, the shock of acid yellow-green lime wash, and cheerful swirls of chartreuse. All of these shades of green bloom and suffuse into one another like inks in water, always in motion, always changing, and always some shade of green. Over this, the dazzling lights that coruscate with the tempo of her heart and soul: most often it’s a slow and even sparkling, not too unlike a mirror ball, they constellate the green with a twinkling of silvers, whites, apricots, pale pinks. Oftimes, this greenscape is a canvas for rainbow metallic oil slick, (so much of her communication necessitates more than just endless green on green to emote properly). Other times those greens are veiled in a diaphanous rainbow that swirls and roils (not unlike like the surface of a soap bubble) when she’s feeling particularly passionate or incensed. At its baseline, though, those caustic shimmers undulate and dance across the surface of the mind, a beautiful sparkling that never feels intrusive; she would never inhibit this facet of her communication, but she does display a certain level of restraint for the benefit of those she speaks with.

Synnevath’s mindvoice is tactile-forward: it somehow invokes the sensation of a smooth, seamless laminar flow of water. This is when her spoken voice glides smoothly across the mind, water-cool and even-tempered. When she means to be determined or assertive, it swirls and eddies, almost tugging and pulling with the force and compulsion of an ocean current. In spite of this, it never feels oppressive, but it does give her a certain aura of self-assuredness, as though she intends to be a force that is not so easily diverted. Most often, though, her mental presence and voice are smooth and unobtrusive; as water tends to take the shape of whatever vessel it is contained in, so too is she an even-keeled communicator. Her thoughts seem to caress the mind in slow, waving undulations that sway gently through unseen currents, long and sensuous and as dense as a kelp forest. Her sense of calmness sussurates along the peripheries of thought, accentuated with a gentle sensation of effervescence that accentuates her spoken words. The little bubbles that punctuate each of her thoughts feel delicate frizzy, tingling and refreshing to the senses, a bit like carbonation. This is a vestige of a more buoyant nature that time and experience has tempered significantly.

Synnevath seems to affect a deliberate airiness, somewhat delicate, somewhat aloof in how she conveys her spoken words. The result is that she can sound simultaneously peculiar and endearing, especially when her childlike wonder intertwines with some random strand of deeper wisdom or observation.