[Revan, seated in an arbor with a book--the elves are very generous about library loans, at least if you're as good at asking nicely as she is--feels the brush of a stranger's mind, one that's aware and purposeful the way the Force-blind aren't. She reaches out to meet the newcomer halfway with mingled greeting and curiosity...and a sudden flash of frustration when she realizes she can't seem to attach words to the mental touch.]
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