The sensation of tapping grew stronger and stronger—
"How are you today, Mr. Knight?" Miss Tata closed a large book and raised her head from behind to ask.
Fang Hong looked at his Miss Dragon Soul and gently shook his head.
"I can't figure out if the situation is good or bad. I can't discern its purpose; it seems to be merely tapping at my spirit world, sending out an unconscious signal," Fang Hong thought of a way to describe it.
The feeling was like that of a hatchling dragon scratching at its eggshell with its claws before breaking free, trying to open a crack to poke through with its first curious gaze.
Or perhaps, like the unconscious movements of a fetus.
Although the latter analogy always felt a bit odd to him, so he didn't voice it—yet Miss Tata had already received his thoughts. She only gave him one look, not finding it inappropriate at all. On the contrary, she agreed with the description, finding it very precise.
