THE Living Emotive had been siphoning emotions across Observable Existence for a time now. She had been cataloguing the flavors of every feeling she could pull down from the ambient currents. She had been doing this with the calm professionalism of someone who knew her own craft!
And she had never, ever, ever felt an Infinity like her Fixation's.
Like, really. She wanted to be clear about that.
The ones on this island? Fine. Ordinary flavors. Recognizable. Octavius first, because he was the loudest of them, emotionally speaking. His signature rolled across the ambient air in layers, and her senses peeled every layer apart without effort, and every single layer beneath the surface tasted the same.
Greed. Anh, so much Greed!
Not the petty kind. Not the kind lesser beings carried when they wanted a friend's wife.
