(Sandy's Perspective)
The spell's blast, when it hits, lifts all of us ạss over teakettle and sends us flying about twenty feet back from where we were. Aside from Dorian's charm and the silent portent of my pearled wraparound rings spreading unbidden into armor, there's no warning—no sound, no light—and it's not until I hit the ground with a painful thud a few feet from Dorian that I realize what I missed before.
Sea stars don't speak.
Instead, they secrete chemical signals—chemoattractants similar to pheromones—that facilitate a biochemical communication among them. In essence, broadcasting stress or fear or anger, excitement or arousal or enjoyment through scent.
