As she was thinking all this, lost in contemplation that had consumed her attention across eons of observation, a voice reached her through pathways that shouldn't have been accessible.
"Hey."
The greeting was nonchalant and natural, almost familiar in its casualness. She found herself nodding and responding lightly before her conscious mind caught up with what was happening.
"Hey."
Then her eyes opened wide.
Across the room, THE Gesinde turned toward her with expressions of mild confusion. They blinked as if trying to determine who she was talking to, their perception scanning the space around her for the source of a conversation they couldn't perceive. Did she call for them?
Ubergulden Adelheid controlled her expression with discipline cultivated across countless eons.
