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Personally, I love to be touched. Not quickly or harshly, But slowly and gently. As if someone was trying to memorize every line, every hair… I love the contact, It sends a shock through my skin, Tingling, electrifying, shivering, A white, cool ice, twists around my spine and cradles my skull in static. It's like no other feeling. And it could be from anyone. My sister braiding my hair, A friend and his playful feather, The gentle scratch of pen on skin, It thrills me, And sends me into a momentary high, I completely understand, Why cats love to be petted.

The first time Luna saw a thestral, a sense of familiarity came over her. It was... a bit like looking into a mirror, really. Well, not the kind of mirror you see your body with, but maybe one that could show you your... soul? She wasn't entirely sure on that. It was a bit funny, she thought, how people didn't seem to like either of them. The type of dislike wasn't overtly the same: the thestrals were "dangerous, scary, creepy"; she was generally considered harmless, but "odd, weird, loony" - but the source, for the most part, was the same, and that was misunderstanding. Luna thought she understood well enough. She wouldn't presume, but the