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''My dream again. I managed to sleep so there's honestly nothing to worry about, some food and moving around is all I need.''
''Third time this week.'' Your mother has this habit of appearing angry when she's worried. ''...we really need to do something, Rey. Dreaming like that isn't normal.'' Eagle-like glare, sharp voice. Yep, she's worried.
''But not dangerous, isn't that what you discovered from researching souls?'' You slowly walk close to her, you don't need to force a smile to keep yourself relaxed. ''Take your time to look, you'll see I'm only hungry.''
So begin a little exercise that began after your mother's second education. You hold out your arms for her to gently grip them, bridging the distance between you to have your bodies separated by a single step, your mother's intense yellow eyes <span class="mu-s">glare</span> with the intensity of her worried love.
''Fuuuu...'' You let out a long breath to calm your nerves then you welcome your mother's intensity and let her <span class="mu-b">soul</span> look into <span class="mu-i">yours.</span>
This provokes this strong feeling of discomfort, of being watched, of having absolutely no intimacy. It often twisted your guts in the past but, thankfully, you've grown a thicker armor since and you trust your mom more than enough to simply... let her. Her will manifest like a spark of energy that travels in your veins, a tingle in your guts, a brief brain fog, a cold chill traveling your spine... Memories of your morning flow out because you let it happen. Your emotions, your thoughts... you let Canaan understand them because <span class="mu-s">you trust her.</span>
It is a shame this is a one-way street, she can feel your emotions but the reverse isn't happening. Not for lack of trying, you've been forced to accept that you <span class="mu-r">have a mental block</span> when it comes to small manipulation of your soul.
''See?'' You say when you feel the presence of her inquisitive <span class="mu-i">existence</span> retracts from your own, extinguishing your paranoid malaise. Being inspected like that isn't the best way to start your day but you've grown used to it.
''Your dream is still blocked.'' She growls while rubbing her forehead. Soul manipulation always causes a strain on the body. ''Thanks, love. Food is still warm inside, don't be lazy eating 'cause I hafta care for your hair.''
''I can do that myself.''
''Says the gal who walked out of bed 10 minutes ago, I won't let my daughter go to town looking like a rat.'' Canaan waves you away. ''Your clothes are good though, pants fit a lady better.''
