Snippet #944047

After very carefully and what he thought was inconspicuously working at it, Cynoc was able to free his face from the page without ripping it any further. His face was still just barely hovering over the page, still a little afraid to raise it up enough for everyone to see. He wiped his eyes and mouth, hoping it wouldn't be obvious what had just happened to him.

"Yo, dude, you okay?" a voice said right next to him.

So much for being inconspicuous. He hadn't expected anyone to say anything, and he hadn't even been able to tell if it was a guy or a girl, much less who it was. Judging from the speech it was probably a guy. Cynoc reached out with his sense and touched the person. It was definitely a male, and he was currently feeling curious.

"I'm okay, just tired." Cynoc said quietly, keeping his head bowed as he quickly stood and picked up the book. He closed it and tucked it into his waist and turned and quickly walked down a row of books. Once down at the end, he stepped behind the rack itself and sank into it, sliding down to sit on the floor with his back against it. He had reigned his sense back in, but now he let it extend openly in a short radius around him. This way, if anyone got close he would know about it.

He took a few deep breaths and composed himself. That had been very unexpected, and extremely unpleasant. Chances were he would probably spend the rest of his day shut up in his room, lying in his bed with the blankets over him. Well at least it was something he was used to. For now, he'd take another few seconds to recuperate before going up to pay for the book he had just messed up.

Suddenly someone entered within his range. So soon? Why was everyone up and about so early on a Saturday, and why were they all coming around him? His eyes perked up though. He was expecting maybe the guy from a second ago or maybe even Jason. What he felt though was from a female, a female who had a stubborn set to confusion. He was able to piece it together and recognize what it was, she was lost. The term could apply to a broad range of things, but she didn't know something and was blindly dealing with it on her own.

Cynoc leaned over and peeked down the row, spotting her immediately. He definitely didn't know who she was, another new student perhaps? She was searching blankly along some shelves not that far from him, near the edge of the rack closest to the wall. From this distance he could see that she had large blue eyes similar to his own, though they lacked the sadness of course. Her dark hair helped to contrast it though, and there was an all to familiar set to them now that he stared.

That was due to another factor as well though. Her emotions were... different. Of course everyone felt different emotions, but there were lots of emotions, not just a few like sad and happy. He had sensed a large amount of different emotions over the years. Still, he recognized hers. The simple ones and the complex ones were there, the lost feeling was most prominent. But there was a... substance to them. Not just a feeling to them but a, well, he couldn't describe what it was. He had never felt anything like it with his power before.

Gaping open-mouthed at her as he tried to sort it out, he forgot he was leaning and fell out from behind the rack, landing in the open area between two sets or racks. He looked up at her quickly, startled, then darted back behind cover as quickly as his reflexes would allow him, his heart beating wildly. Who was she?