Thinker 1

I took flight, going from a position low to the ground to the upper reaches of the trees. I took my hands away from my ears, and the only sound I could hear was the incessant howling of the dogs and the faint static sound of rain against leaves.

Dangerous to use my thinker-one power when Mama could be in the area, but my instinct was that she wasn't. Now that I was thinking about her, the whispering was back. The snow was the same as before.

The power wasn't really a power, but the benefit of flying. A bird's eye view, being able to see the battlefield from a semi-decent vantage point, provided I could get up high enough. I could see motion through the trees, but I couldn't see much else.

- Pitch 6.2