Bronze has also been practicing her “mechanical” gait. It’s awkward to ride, but it looks “robotic.” I think we can stand another layer of inspection without too much trouble. Even a nosy neighbor who pokes around in my barn will have a hard time accepting she isn’t a robot. Someone will really have to be suspicious and determined to blow her cover. And clever. I’ve already had to smack a couple of toy camera-drones with my mental movement trick. It’s like daytime tendrils, which strikes me as problematic. My tendrils are spiritual extensions, psychic fingers. They’re part and parcel of being a creature of darkness. They shouldn’t manifest in sunlight. Yet, it feels like they’re still there when I try to move things during the day. Is that because it’s a sensation I’m used to? I think of telekinesis in tendril-terms, so that’s how my mind perceives it? That’s not an unreasonable theory, given that I didn’t have funky mind-powers before catching vampirism.
