Sensing through Glamour

They couldn’t be this beautiful; it had to be some kind of power chicanery. It wasn’t just their faces and bodies that were perfect; it was everything. Their clothes were perfect. Their horses were perfect. The way they moved was graceful and almost unearthly. A tilt of a head spoke volumes.

My mind raced as I tried to parse what I was hearing. There was something odd about the timber of the voice. Why would a species look like this? Were they genetically engineered? Did they have an aura like Vicky?

I glanced up at them again.

What could I learn through Social Thinking?

It took me a moment, but I realized that their movements were utterly inhuman. The people that were kneeling around me had mostly human movements, but there was nothing human about the way the things on the horses moved. They were supernaturally graceful and their faces gave away nothing. There were no microexpressions, nothing to get a handle on.

***

A moment later, I felt the vibrations of an opening portal, and I watched as the creatures calmly rode through and vanished again.

Looking down, I didn’t see hoof prints at all. Instead the tracks that had been left behind looked more like something an insect would make, possibly a Praying Mantis. There was a strange, insect like smell too.

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Beutiful