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 Making a complete idiot of herself in front of Demarath, now, //that// was something to fear.
-"Many kinds of fish," she managed, "that are big enough for a takma to consider eating are also empathic - they use it to detect prey. The trick, really, is to try to think and feel in a specific way, so that the fish come to investigate you, and snap them up when they get too close. It involves a kind of emotional simplicity - you have to shove mot of your feelings off to the side, and concentrate on a select few, simple ones. Hunger, wariness of danger, that kind of thing."
+"Many kinds of fish," she managed, "that are big enough for a takma to consider eating are also empathic - they use it to detect prey. The trick, really, is to try to think and feel in a specific way, so that the fish come to investigate you, and snap them up when they get too close. It involves a kind of emotional simplicity - you have to shove most of your feelings off to the side, and concentrate on a select few, simple ones. Hunger, wariness of danger, that kind of thing."
 And she honestly didn't know if she could demonstrate this right now, she really didn't.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|Oh, yes. Concentrating on basic feelings like hunger was absolutely on the menu. His mind wasn't saturated with other thoughts of higher, social concern. Inwardly, he found himself sighing, aggravated at how this simple exercise had been sabotaged by his own actions.
+But so what? He'd made it harder for himself than it had to be. Harder didn't necessarily mean 'impossible'. Quietly, he nodded an acknowledgement, willed his unease and embarrassment to subside (partially successfully, at least), and tried to both gradually lower his empathic shielding and focus on basal thoughts.
+He //did// feel some hunger. He could totally focus on hunger.
+Totally.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|Ilirith observed with her empathic sense as Demarath tried to mold his emotional profile down into simplicity. She hadn't really expected him to start off without her trying to demonstrate it first, but she felt it counterproductive to protest; if he figured it out on his own, then in theory she didn't need to lower her own shielding at all...
+But there were several problems. The first was that - though he had something of an advantage since his feelings were already known - he was currently being braver than she was, and she had her self-respect to maintain. There were times when taking the easier path was warranted, but surely this wasn't one of them.
+The second was that, despite the clumsy smoothing away of attraction and embarrassment, he still wasn't //quite// getting there.
+Resigned, Ilirith said, "That's not too bad for a first try. But it could do with a bit more refinement, maybe. Here, let me show you..."
+//Think of it like being on a mission,// she told herself. //If you can't control yourself, you'll get discovered and probably killed. Put the emotions aside.// Despite the situational differences, this particular pattern of thought helped more than she'd expected.
+Regardless, to Demarath's own empathy, what was perceived at least //began// with a welter of emotion - cautious hope, wistfulness for the future, severe embarrassment, all tangled up together in thin threads of loneliness - both emotional and (rather darker and hotter) possibly physical. With slow deliberation, however, these emotional layers were peeled away and hidden, eventually leaving nothing but a mild hunger and vague and general interest in her surroundings.
+It was, in its way, impressive. It also left behind the idea that out of the things Ilirith had been feeling about his earlier statement, disapproval and disgust were in no way among them.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|Of course, there went his attention. To his credit, he managed to catch his mind as it fell into the surprise caused by the brief insight into Ilirith's feelings, largely fueled by the awareness that he had only gotten a brief insight into them and she was clearly good at shaping her emotions, and his initial impression might simply be incorrect.
+He granted it wasn't very likely, it hadn't been quite brief enough for that.
+He tried to analyse the progression, to do the same thing with his own mental state, but he found his mind was trying to wander down two paths at once - the curiosity about what he had glimpsed and the task at hand.
+...and then some other part of his mind remembered what Zadireth had told him. //Khezri, Seluurin.// His own persuasion, allegedly of //Khezri//, a Kaean. Attracted to new situations and opportunities, resistent to patterns and clear organisation. Was his mind like that? Was that why it felt so //cluttered// relative to Ilirith's clear focus?
+Zadireth had also said '//Some Srians don't get along well with Kaeans.//' Demarath grimaced and willed the clutter aside with a stubborn desire to conform to the task at hand. //I'm hungry. I'm hungry to the exclusion of everything else.//
+Really, that, too, was a new opportunity, depending on how one looked at it. And there was a natural violent churning at the core of //hunger//. He could explore the thought as though it were a new sensation. Perhaps he just had to change his point of view on what he was trying to do - not simplify his emotional state, but find the complexity of a single strand.
+And so that was what he did.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|Ilirith watched, trying to keep her reaction limited to a mild surprise lest she inadvertently affect Demarath's mood. It wasn't how she had done it - she wasn't quite sure she //understood// the way Demarath had done it - but his emotional profile was being reduced to one that, probably, was sufficiently innocuous.
+"That's not bad," she felt moved to comment. "Not bad at all. Now you have to try to hold it like that until fish are willing to approach. Let's go down again." She slipped beneath the water once more. Possibly to aid Demarath in his emotional concentration, she seemed to, er, wiggle less on her way down this time.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|Fortunately, even if she hadn't restrained her motions, he had found his focus. There was enough of a sense of //hunger// to consciously explore that he very nearly missed any opportunity to parse her comments - but they sunk through enough that he followed her into the water.
+...hopefully the added benefit to this state of mind was that //catching the fish// would come quite naturally, because if he explored the emotion to the exclusion of everything else, there was a real chance he might forget his surroundings for a time. Thankfully his nostrils at least weren't at risk of forgetting it and remained firmly closed.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|Slowing their descent as they reached the bottom of the pool, they waited.
+As they remained roughly stationary, the fish that called the little lake home began to approach cautiously as they went about their business. Possibly they were suspicious about something about the way Demarath seemed to be concentrating on his hunger, because some of them seemed hesitant to approach; but a largish eel, unconcerned, traced a long ribbon-path through the water. It passed by Ilirith's head and began moving past Demarath's foreleg.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|Moving in water was, of course, quite different to moving in air. There were different resistences to account for, different muscular strains from different postures, and water pressure subtly altered stereoscopic vision.
+But takmar had not gotten the nickname 'Soakers' for nothing; in at least some ways, the water was still their habitat. There were instincts that knew how to correct for these changes.
+Having been unused for most of Demarath's life, those same instincts now whipped him into a motion faster than his conscious mind could keep track of in any detail, his hands snapping for the eel.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|Demarath's aim proved to be good,yet perhaps not quite ideal; the long, wirggly body of the eel slid through his grip forsome distance before it was significantly hindered.
+The eel used the resulting slack to double back on itself and attempt to bite the offending paw.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|Demarath's paws wrestled with the eel - one hand drew the creature away from his body without loosening its grip, the other let go to snap for the creature's head, trying to prevent it from completing its defensive bite.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|The bite went uncompleted, but the eel wriggled furiously in his grip.
+Ilirith watched, carefully keeping aside the feeling of amusement that threatened to rise to the surface - aside from being unrecognizable to fish, it probably wouldn't help Demarath's confidence. ~Bite it if you have to,~ she told him. It's a lot harder to slip through teeth than through forepaws.~}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|Everything Demarath had done so far had been guided entirely by reflexes - and happened so fast that he'd barely been able to draw up any //plans//. The recommendation from Ilirith was accordingly welcome, although it required some wrestling with his instincts, which seemed sure that if he moved to bring his head down, his grip would no longer suffice to hold onto his prey.
+Of course, if he bit fast enough, it wouldn't have to.
+Down went his muzzle, twisting to the side and opening his maw to the waters, trying to clamp down on the serpentine creature fighting for its life.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|With one forepaw gripping each end, biting the eel between them was relatively easy. Demarath's teeth met in the eel's body, which writhed violently once and then with decreasing strength.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|With a somewhat amateurish but still quite sufficient wriggle, Demarath, still clutching his prize with two hands and his maw, made to both surface for air and to placate in the misguided remnants of an instinct that wanted to expose the eel to an environment that would kill it more quickly, even though it was already as good as dead. Taking it to the surface simply felt //natural//.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|As Ilirith surfaced, the eel ceased its feeble struggle; it was either dead or close enough to make no difference.
+The green takma spat out a bit of water, then smiled. "Not bad," she said, "for a first try. In the future, you'll need to practice efficiency - getting in a quick kill, getting it on shore, and then going back. Three adult takmar can go through a lot of fish if they're hungry."
+The eel's ribbon body, expending the last of its muscular energy, made one last ripple, cracking its tail like a slow, wet whip. It slapped Demarath lightly in the face. Ilirith, unable to help herself, made a faint //snrk// noise. "Ahem. Sorry.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|Demarath's one eye, despite not directly in the path of the eel's slapping motion, reflexively shut. For a moment, an irritated expression rippled through his antennae, before being erased by the achievement. He had caught something. He had caught it on his first try. As Ilirith said, there was room for improvement, but it had gone much better than he might have assumed.
+Perhaps he could make himself useful after all. Perhaps he could make himself useful //right now//. He deposited the eel in one forepaw to free up his mouth, briefly licking at his teeth, before saying, with some eagerness: "I can practise now, right? See how much food I can gather for the group before I run out of energy?"}}
+{{wst>shyriath|Ilirith smiled tolerantly. "I don't know how soon Zadireth will want to get moving again, so I don't know that running out of energy would be all that good an idea. But certainly, it wold be best if we could get everyone a decent meal if we can, so some practice would certainly be in order."}}