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Not sure what to do about Tim, Ilya did the only thing he knew to do. He went looking for his "little sister" Dixie. Even more so than Cerdian, Ilya had grown close to the younger girl in the nearly 10 years he had known her. She was wise beyond her years at times, and certainly in ways that Cerdian was not. Cerdian was not the one to give him advice, not the kind he needed.
There was a polite knock at Dixie's door, and then Ilya turned the knob and stuck his head in. If she was within her private pool then she may not have heard him knock. "((Dixie?))" he sent out with his telepathy, much as if calling. He knew that she was in the room - he could feel her mind. At times, Ilya forgot to speak aloud, he was so used to the touch of mind to mind and the honesty and intimacy that it brought.
There was a polite knock at Dixie's door, and then Ilya turned the knob and stuck his head in. If she was within her private pool then she may not have heard him knock. "((Dixie?))" he sent out with his telepathy, much as if calling. He knew that she was in the room - he could feel her mind. At times, Ilya forgot to speak aloud, he was so used to the touch of mind to mind and the honesty and intimacy that it brought.