HIGH COVEN DARKBROOD-CLASS FRIGATE
For'mya hugged her knees to her chest as she sat on the floor of the cell her back to the bulkhead. They had left her alone for two days now, coming into the cell only to give her some horrible tasting slop which they called food. The bruises from her beatings were almost healed and her natural elf strength had nearly returned since they had not fed on her blood in that time.
For'mya looked up slowly when she felt the tingling inside her head, her dark brown eyes clear and alert.
Who are you?
You must shield your thoughts she-elf or they will hear us. Let me show you.
For'mya closed her eyes again as she felt the voice, a female voice whispering in her head.
[Mindvoice Shielded] There. Now they will not know we are talking.
[Mindvoice Shielded] Who… who are you? How can you touch my mind? I am not able to Mindvoice.
