“I have shields,” she said briefly, tapping the quartz disc. “It’s … ” Summer hesitated, trying to fit words around it. “It’s the way you felt when you said he’s possessed. You’re upset, you feel helpless, but you — the bewilderment isn’t the same. It’s really hard to explain.” Her hands shifted on the table, making shapes as she tried to translate things that had no relationship to ordinary senses into words.
“I just know this isn’t new to you. This particular bit of it, maybe, yeah. But as a whole?” She shook her head.
“What kind of shields?” Allison was fully intrigued now. She looked unblinking at the girl in front of her and tried to wrap her mind around what she was saying. The fact that she knew exactly how she felt was disconcerting, but at the same time quite interesting.
“Well that is something.”
How did you explain something to someone who didn’t share the same set of senses as you? She made gestures again, trying to illustrate the concepts. “Shields, like walls. Around my mind. The way rooms can be sound-proofed, or insulated? It’s a bit … not like that at all, in ways … ” Summer made a face at her hands and her ineffectual explanation. “Anyway. I believe you. About the possession. So what is it you think you should be able to do, that you aren’t already doing?”