It’s stopped. Oh Gods… Peace. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Peace… Currituck exists in this senseless state. Nothing. So much peace. Nothing… … He should probably keep tabs on his rigen. At what point is the spell considered ‘started’ and at what point is it considered ‘ended’? The teacher didn’t say...

The class is brought down from their hearing exploration and it is revealed that the teacher was using what is called a ‘singing bowl.’ Currituck loves it! It looks very pretty too. But Currituck liked the sound the best. He heard it like it was inside him, and he wanted to eat it, too. A small brea...

Currituck’s fingertips find their way inside his ears. Every small movement is evident in the sounds that seem to be coming from the center of his head and enveloping the whole of his hernpan*. Those hair sounds again… Is there hair in his ears? … That… He remembers pulling bits of hair out in earwa...

6th of Spring, 323 AC. Morning. Continuation of Currituck's Perceptics class. The teacher guides the students through releasing their senses again, leaving hearing for last, to be enhanced. I can do this. Currituck breathes slowly, carefully, and quietly, as he floods both ear pathways with rigen. ...

One of the customs of the Sailors' Festival is open discussion of things between sailors and officers. It is a time of amnesty, when people can talk about things that bothered them without consequences. "'Oy, Russell." "Yeah yeah?" "I been wond'rin' somethin'." The huma...

Currituck continues following the sanderlings with his enhanced ear. It sounds like a combination of a chirp and a peep, or even a cheep! Is this why they're called peeps, because they peep? It's such a cute nickname for them, and hearing them 'peep' so vividly enhances this opinion. Another sound e...

Hearing is Currituck's least favorite sense to enhance because of how easy it is for sounds to hurt him. With all other senses ceased, he eases his rigen into his ear pathways at a trickle, slowly, as the volume of everything around him gradually increases. The flapping of the hellbend birder's clot...

About a minute later, Currituck is grounded back in all his senses, stimming with the warming sand either side his crossed legs. "Woah...," he breathes. "Hey," a voice comes softly from his right, "see you discovered the terns." Currituck looks, and squints his eyes. Ca...

The birds flapping above the water are a bit outside the comfortable range of the current rigenic magnification, so Currituck steps inside to increase the magnification when suddenly one hovering bird up and drops beak-first into the water! Woah! The little perceptic sailor doesn't have time to proc...

Anyhoo, the birds. Currituck scans the beach. Lotta sand, lotta sand, some beachgoer's sandals, I could go for some myself, tercer, lemme demagnify a sec. Currituck reforms the outer reaches of the rigen in his eyes to seem less a cone and more an oblong cylinder, and he blinks rapidly as his visual...