Hawk leaned forward, a little too quickly. "Wh-what d'ya mean?"

For a long moment, Numair didn't respond, his bright green eyes fixed on Hawk. After a while, he glanced up, at apparently nothing in particular, his slit pupils relaxing some. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to explain," he mused.

The wind picked up, blowing his curls into his face. Forks of lightning were racing across the dark, dark sky overhead. Ripples ran through the gold-brown grass. He rested his chin on his hands, watching this.

"I see...emotions. Dispositions. Intentions. They manifest as images, sounds, sensations. Sometimes, as entire landscapes. Each one a bit different, between people. They can be quite intense, depending on the person. The point is, I suppose," he added, "you and I both see what is otherwise intangible."

Hawk sat back, perturbed. "But how d'ya know you're not just--" he hesitated, "I dunno, hallucinatin'?"