"I see." It was a decent precaution. An understandable one, even a wise one--in the event on of them 'fell', they wouldn't be able to reveal any secrets. However ... just because they couldn't speak didn't mean they couldn't communicate. Surely they couldn't use magic? They were physical fighters. Or would the belief give them that as well?
If it did ... if it did, Gabe and Rafe regularly used telepathy.
He spoked directly to the angel. "Do you hear me?"
It inclined its head. Yes. Waiting.
Its mouth didn't move, but there was a ... vibration. Not quite telepathy, but something similar. Something he knew only he could hear/see/touch. He took a step away from the wall and a few to the side, slow and measuring. The angel's gaze followed him. It knew him. Not well, but it did. "Go to the Grand Mage's office and join the Cleaver at guard there."
Yes. Going now.
He heard the split and grind of stone as it spread its wings for balance and hefted its sword, the patter of flakes hitting the ground, and then its step--strangely light given it was stone. Solomon watched the way its prism shifted the light within it. It was potential, he realised with a mental start. Rainbows collected and placed in a box, but unbound. This was an object capable of learning--at least as far as its box let it. Could it develop telepathy?
Solomon watched until it strode out through the open door and vanished from his Sight, save the afterglow of rainbows in the hall. "Well. I'd say that was a success."
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If it did ... if it did, Gabe and Rafe regularly used telepathy.
He spoked directly to the angel. "Do you hear me?"
It inclined its head. Yes. Waiting.
Its mouth didn't move, but there was a ... vibration. Not quite telepathy, but something similar. Something he knew only he could hear/see/touch. He took a step away from the wall and a few to the side, slow and measuring. The angel's gaze followed him. It knew him. Not well, but it did. "Go to the Grand Mage's office and join the Cleaver at guard there."
Yes. Going now.
He heard the split and grind of stone as it spread its wings for balance and hefted its sword, the patter of flakes hitting the ground, and then its step--strangely light given it was stone. Solomon watched the way its prism shifted the light within it. It was potential, he realised with a mental start. Rainbows collected and placed in a box, but unbound. This was an object capable of learning--at least as far as its box let it. Could it develop telepathy?
Solomon watched until it strode out through the open door and vanished from his Sight, save the afterglow of rainbows in the hall. "Well. I'd say that was a success."