...the art of mutualism,' came her thoughts as inscrutable as if she had spoken them aloud. Though Mike could do nothing but look confused, the pronouncement produced an instant reaction in the other two Elves. The dark skinned one to the right, her face as angry as a planet of dust storms turned and left. Meanwhile the farther distant and far cuter blue haired planetess was for some reason smiling. You began to feel yourself gravitate in her direction and the smile widened. Coming into orbit with her, you couldn't help but note other aspects of the beautiful terrain: eyes yellow like as desert's, nostril marked by a mound-sized gemstone, and a tiara flowing like a river of silver across her forehead. 'Delaphne, is the mystery keeper of this art,' your keeper's thoughts resonated from above and behind like the tremors of a distant volcanoe.
'You can call me Del,' the shorter though still titanic Elf broke in with her own jingling line of thought.
'That'll help if I start missing my computer', you joke to yourself, forgetting again that around these Giantesses there was no such thing as privacy. As you watch them exchange a confused glances, trying to puzzle out the meaning of your quip, you feel some of your awe for these Elves turn to unease. 'They can read every thought... what if I think about...'
The blue seas of his captor's eyes moved toward him like a tide, 'think about what??'
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