His image is a shapeless thought, she is wary to give it a true form. Afraid of what the thought can be, and the calling that comes with it.
There is a familiar thrill, like an old friend returned from a long journey unchanged. But she herself has changed, and she is afraid of what this thrill can lead to.
He is near, too close by to miss her song if she sings it. She lets her thought form a name, hesitates to say it. Already his image is clearer, she can see his face in her mind. The name and the face. Nothing else.
She sends the thought out into the night air without a voice. And waits.
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He feels her song probe his mind. A voiceless call, yet it thunders in his soul. He has been waiting for it, knowing more than she that eventually it would come to this.
The siren cannot refuse her nature, and her call must be answered.
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