When someone touches you, what do you feel?
Does your skin turn cold and your hair stand on its ends? Do you withdraw yourself by the repugnant touch or do you stay to feel every tiny millimeter of the skin touching?
I guess for me it was a mix of those and some.
When the blind seer touched my hand, it felt cold to the touch. His palm was lifeless and the icy sensation almost felt like it bit me.
Suddenly, there was a pulse of electric energy that traveled from me to him. Or him to me, I don't know. I felt nauseous, like my world spun around in circles of flashing lights and happy tunes.
And then suddenly, the cold feeling switched into a burning sensation. My hand felt like it would blister any moment but I had no strength to pull back.
The boy fixed his stare at me.
Or at least I thought he did. I couldn't see anything behind the sunglasses he wore and I could have sworn he winked at me. The child was as peculiar as Juno was.
