They soared toward the saucer, riding upon a beam of light. The blue-white column illuminated the countryside, a beacon for miles around. Of more concern to Pendaran were the emanations along reality’s fabric. Even the smallest would invite Praetorian attention. He had distracted them. He worried that he had not distracted them enough.
Pendaran shut his eyes and observed. In Othersense the saucer screamed in ultra-purple, warping reality so as to keep aloft. The beam tasted tart, a warm rainbow of bell tones. Competing fragrances chilled his bones...
Primitives would call it second sight. Yet those of the Transformed knew. That would do it an injustice. Where Othersense meshed with the mundane senses, it caused a full panorama, a unique, purposeful synesthesia.
And beyond...
For some phenomena there were no mundane equivalents. Pendaran could sense physical laws bending and breaking all around him. He perceived the production of photons from empty space, an unintentional byproduct of levitation. For some things, he had no words.
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Sorry if this exceeds the limit. I've tried to drum up the exposition. Hopefully this is credible for the viewpoint character.
[This message has been edited by ChrisOwens (edited December 13, 2004).]