After that thing with the giant gingerbread house, Kits reunited with Kaia and they wound up on another world together. Thanks to all that confectionary decorating, both of them were hyped up on sugar, which meant the compulsion to use their magic and expend energy was overwhelming. It made both of them twitchy, even more so because they shared physical sensations. It was part of being each other’s other half. That was literal. Kits and Kaia were one soul controlling two bodies. Each of them had half of the overall soul. Separate minds, separate emotions, technically separate selves, but they were made of the same gooey center.
When they both felt the same thing at the same time, especially in the physical sense, it compelled them to act a bit crazy. Doubly so for an internal sensation, such as a sugar rush that released an obnoxious amount of hyperactivity.
The world they were on now was all snowdrifts and white expanse, bordered by a line of far off evergreens that held clumps of snow on needled branches. Snow was great for working off excess energy, and Kaia had just the way to do it.
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“We hunt mice!”
“We what?” asked Kits.
“Mice! We hunt mice. I know how to do it, I can show you. It’s super fun.”
Kits thought hunting dragonflies would be a better use of their time, but the fact was she couldn’t feel any dragonflies around with her thermal sense, and she did have a ton of magic bubbling up in her waiting for a release. Maybe a mouse hunt could put it to use. Kaia seemed certain, in any case.
“Like this.” Kaia shifted into a fox and padded across the snow. She stopped, tilted her head, and Kits heard what Kaia was hearing through their soul connection. A faint skittering below the snow. Kits also felt magnetic north through Kaia, which was a strange but not unfamiliar sensation, and then…
Kaia aligned herself, leapt into the air, and came down nose first in the snow, burying herself up to the chest with her tail in the air. Kits felt phantom cold on her own nose and arms and chest, but because she and Kaia were immune to temperature, it was simply that. A sensation without discomfort.
What wasn’t without discomfort was the taste of the mouse in Kaia’s mouth. Sensation sharing also included taste.