The singing. I could hear the stones singing.
Valerian eyes never leave my form as this revelation overcomes me, the whole room watching with bated breath as I sit there, unwavering and entirely dumbfounded. To my knowledge, no one else in the room knew that I could hear the stones, that is, no one except Valerian, whose access to my mind renders him able to hear every little thought that flies through my head. He knows I can hear them- of course he knows its part of the reason he needs me. Wants me. Yet from the little pat on the back I receive from him, and the sheer reluctance he has to draw away his gaze as though willing me to hear his own thoughts, I get the feeling there is something else behind these singing stones. Some other reason for their significance that I have yet to uncover.
I only wish he would tell me what.
