"Sister, can you smell that?" Onyx had been careful to keep a good eye around them. But between him and Midnight, he knew they could sense more by smelling the air.
"In the wind." Midnight was still having a rough time communicating. She was keeping the ability to speak mentally with Onyx but she was trying to form her thoughts in to human language. It was a strange way to go about things but Onyx was impressed.
Onyx had an advantage over everyone. He had no idea how to speak since he was unable to do so out loud in general. He could only hope that as he got older he would have the chance. But since Midnight was going so far to think she was speaking in languages in her head, he had to pride her. Normally he would get a gist of what she wanted to say just sharing the telepathy with her.
