Not only have you begun to hear conversations around you, but you have begun to recognize more than the surface meanings those words impart. Not all words make or impart truths and actions, not all words are used to be concise. As your mother and companions speak, you grasp the doubled meanings and slights they may not intend.
Flying high might be acceptable in a third-rate wing, but flying *high never is,* Pertemarth huffed.
Gwillanth huffed, laughing. And she and hers got just desserts. Dinner-hour watchduty for a sevenday will help them learn.
The gold spoke softly, but audibly. A quiet night on our own does sound good...
Pertemarth was equally understated, replying Not too quiet, I hope, you deserve it after all this watching.
I will have to catch up on sleep, too, don’t get excited...
“May I come closer?” said a new mind, an intoxicatingly strange thing. Weyrleader Dei’r had stopped by to check on the clutch.
Shayled seemed pleased by his politeness. “Of course,” she said, though Gwillanth watched vigilantly.
Dei’r did not get much closer, after all.
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Which of these interactions -- or another of your creation -- impacts you the most? How quickly do you grasp the subtleties of punnery, politeness, or other artful uses of speech? Or do you not? How do you first test them in action, in your own speech? What most bothers you -- or appeals to you -- about these powers? When is appropriate, when is not, and how do you know?