She didn’t move as Violet went off an returned a few moments later with a couple of rocks in her mouth. She smiled softly at Violet. “Such trials we live without magic, Violet. Having to carry rocks in our mouths, how unfortunate it is.”
When Violet suggested feeling something on their heads, Zestari’s first instinct was to raise a hoof and touch the bony protrusion. Lowering her hoof when she realised that Violet was talking about the horn itself being the limb, she lowered the hoof back to the ground.
She tried feeling out in her head, trying to feel for something odd against her forehead, like a bony limb, or something that would make itself distinctive as a limb, like Violet suggested.
Things weren’t going so well to start with. All she could feel was a forehead. What did a limb feel like, exactly? Warm? She closed her eyes and tried to focus on a foreleg, trying to determine what exactly it felt like before trying to locate the horn on her head.
It was hard. A limb isn’t something you’re actively aware of, they’re subconscious things. In thought she worked out that imagining the limb more as something displacing everything around it, rather than a physical object itself, she could ‘feel’ the limb.
She focused back upon her forehead. She had to feel for something that was not her forehead. Her breathing slow, her eyes closed, she searched.
Finally there was something; A fleeting brush of, well, a horn. She focused on it, Feeling it, reaching out with her mind to use it. It responded. A warmth erupting from the limb that spread out across her body and down her spine in a tingle.
Opening her eyes, even the usual wall of emotional blockage couldn’t keep the sense of awe from Zestari when she spoke. “I… I think I’ve found it.”