In the middle of Lake Mithrim there is an island.
There wasn't an island before, so the lake is a little deeper than before, creeps a few inches up the shore. There is a splashing noise.
The island is cut off in sharp cliffs around the edges, rising a foot or two over the waterline at the lowest points. On it is an expansive house, several stories tall, with an un-Elven aesthetic and un-Arda implied tech background. Sharp eyes might see non-Elven people, through the windows.
"I can telepathically project information, memories, sensory experiences, images, and so on. Apparently you can't hear it. Minor can."
"...I do a thing which protects me from mind affecting stuff." She offers Minor her bracelet.
"It's not mind-affecting, it's communicative. But that might be it - that's presumably also the reason all of your thoughts are private -"
" - so the way our communicative telepathy works is that you designate private the things you don't want to share, and leave public the things you want to share. It's quite common to, say, be sharing your vision so people who are at work in the greenhouses can see the sunset, or to send somebody a specific thought because you want to talk with them without shouting."
"I do not immediately know how to adjust Occlumency for that. Timothy knows it too."
"Well then maybe he didn't hear me and you'll have to take a message."
"I can do that. You shouldn't assume that people who don't know Occlumency want their thoughts all public, it takes a long time to learn."
"That's good to know, I'll tell people. How long - just reliably distinguishing your thoughts takes a few months of practice, depending on the person -"
"All right. It's worth learning to distinguish private thoughts, the Enemy will try to read you. Everyone here knows but the orcs."
"...I will ask what orcs are later. I'll go get Timothy."
She flies back to the house.
"The you is king of the telepathic aliens, Occlumency works, let's meet Quendi You."
"I noticed it worked, there was a voice talking in my head and I made it stop that. Let's meet Quendi me."
Quendi Timothy has absurdly elaborate robes and some really scary scarring. And can't talk with them if they can't figure out how to let osanwë work. Curufin and Minor are fetched from their engineering discussion to translate.
"When you changed something to make the voice stop what did you change -"
"You know the set of exercises on resisting Legilimency, there was a bunch of - imagine peeling layers apart type stuff -"
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