Wings of Fury 2

<Coordinate as in, set up ways to keep in contact? You seemed very set on that earlier. And yes, it should be as natural as thinking, roughly. Not quite, it's hard to speak perfectly like this when actually thinking you know?> With it came a sensation to explain that was like... To explain it was similar to when your hand jumps away from a hot stove, or when you look to see what's wrong when someone's crying, or when you clutch for someone beside you when startled. A complicated note was hummed with it, hard to get across otherwise.

<No, not yet. Naming is a tricky thing. My two children were named by their mother so, I don't even have that experience to go on. She was good at that kind of thing, it was like she'd known their names before they even arrived.> There was a small flash of faces, a boy and girl, overlapping like flickered pages as they matured and a deep sense of pride and absence. His face darkened slightly, and the humming sound became a little more composed. <My apologies, I'm quite tired and there can be overflow if not careful during this communication.>