Phalanx watched her take a bite of the sandwich. It didn't seem like he was watching her so much as watching over her. Surely he knew what eatig was, right? In fact, after a long moment, he showed just how proficient her was at eating by taking a bite from the sandwich closest to him. In fact one might say that it precisely mirrored the way Scire ate her sandwich, not just starting from the same place on their respective sandwiches, but right downto their very jaw movements and number of times they chewed. After finishing, Phalanx stared straight ahead for a moment, then spoke. "Enjoyable." After another moment, he ventured a question: "If I am to protect you with a degree of success, I should know who your enemies are that I may identify and deal with them."
Scire smiled lightly at the complement. She hadn't really payed as much attention to him after he picked up the sandwich, as that was what had been important to her; that he eat. After he...made his inquiry, Scire looked down a little. There wasn't much she could do in the way of describing them; first of all, it wasn't just one pony, second, she didn't even know the ponies that were after her personally, and third, she wasn't much of an artist, and she couldn't describe them, obviously. Nor did she have any real effective way to explain why they were after her, or where they would take her if they DID get their hands on her. She gave a tiny sigh, the first noise she had really made since she walked in besides chewing. She thought of the small orb in her room...but she didn't want to scare him, nor was she really supposed to use it for situations like this anyways. She knew this pony was here to protect her, but she still didn't know him, and Eight had said to only use it around ponies she knew... She shook her head to clear her thoughts, then remembered her notebook. Of course, stupid her! She'd forgotten about it entirely with the excitement of a new guest, and the fact that she hardly ever HAD guests with which to use it didn't help her remember any better. She trotted out of the room with a "wait one second" motion, then came back several moments later with a worn old notebook with a "To: Scire; From: " and then a fancily scrawled name that was nearly impossible to read on it, and a pencil. She sat down opposite Phalanx and opened the book to a blank page, turning past several pages full of short phrases and the occasional paragraph, all written in the same style. She began to write, which revealed that style to be her writing style. It is a very long story. Are you sure you wish to hear? She scribbled with her mouth, then dropped the pencil next to the book and turned it around so he could read it.
Phalanx observed Scire's writing for a short time, then replied, "Yes. Record all that you need to. My memory is infallible."
The first thing I should explain is that I have a... She pauses. I have an ability. I will not call it a gift, because it is not one. I would be more inclined to call it a curse. Whenever I come into physical contact with another sapient being, I instantly see the nearest major event in their life. It may be past, or future, or in very rare cases, I may see the present. This may sound useful, even fun. But it is definitely not. I despise it. I hate involuntarily invading ponies' lives whom I do not even know. And furthermore, the events are almost never pleasant. My "gift" seems to favor disasters and awful happenings than things like marriages or births. And finally, for the full duration of my vision, my entire body is wracked with great pain, and I lose the ability to see, hear, or sense anything else in the real world. I become absolutely miserable and helpless. She pauses again, to brush a tear from her eye. This is why I must not touch others. She stops, and sets down the pencil, breathing shakily and trying to calm herself down. She has only ever told two other ponies of this in her life...and here she was explaining herself to a total stranger. Somehow, though, she trusted him...as unusual and...scary looking he was.
