The idea he was trying to give him was still nebulous, so no wonder he was having trouble with explaining it, but the concept of people was there, at least: humanoid shape, with pointed ears, and... well, it was hard to make out the other details, like the exact ear shape, or precise facial features, but it would at least be much more understandable why Skisan had matched well enough. Within it, connected to it, the idea of family... and something beyond it, of kindred other species that weren't this one, but had something very important in common, though it wasn't part of the thought he was actively trying to offer. It was maybe there in enough clarity to see some part of it, if Skisan wanted to try reaching for it; he wasn't trying to hide anything, but give what little understanding he could, nebulous though it was.
But perhaps more interesting was another thing that accompanied it: the sense of the mind attempting to share the idea with him. The humanoid tree-person's was surely well enough within the realm of the sorts one might encounter in the already-known, inhabited regions of universe. It wasn't too far from a human's, in some regards, though the sense that he was still very much struggling to focus was unmistakable. The lights were on and the wheels spinning, to mangle the sayings, but the hamsters were banging on the doors, trying to get back into their home after getting locked out, somehow. At least they weren't dead?
And just barely past that, there was another presence: the patterns that were interrupting his, keeping them from resuming normal operation, keeping his focus entangled. That was similar enough that it was no wonder they'd managed to intermingle, but different enough that he couldn't quite reconcile the two, or use them effectively himself, at least not the way he was trying to... which was causing the problem. There was no sense of intent to sabotage him, just an issue with perspective and routing, so to speak, him trying to follow their thoughts' tendencies when he ought not to, attempting to roll dice when he needed to draw cards instead. They worked differently, an intelligence without the same sense of self inherent. There definitely was one, but it was more... vague? No, less ego and more rational, organized id, something like one might suspect of forming from a biological computer, a necessarily non-artificial AI, rather than a more conventional animal-based mind. It -- they? -- were calm, their attention on Skisan as well, as this odd knight-looking figure's was, taking his lead. There was no sense of wariness, merely relaxed, comfortable acceptance, given that he'd already identified the Vulcan as family in some way.
It seemed like something akin to the result of a very clumsily, half-ended, long-term mind-meld while he'd been asleep, so the guess at him having been hibernating was almost certainly correct. No wonder he hadn't figured out his own name, when his perspective was so mixed up with the sense of being something other than himself... and he was still figuring out to disengage, even as he did so. Waking was slow, but it was happening, at least?
It might be trivial for Skisan to lend a hand, so to speak, and pull him away from his entourage mentally, so he could properly think on his own....? It wouldn't take much; he was already trying, but fumbling in his attempts, and the trees didn't seem to understand that there was an issue, let alone what the issue was, or that they and their link to him was causing it.... And if not, well, he'd probably get there well enough on his own, though more slowly.
But those trees... those apparently actually very intelligent, if only for plants, trees... might actually also be a decent enough possible explanation for why this guy looked as he did? He wasn't quite so focused yet, for his self-idea to be as firm as this, as sure as he seemed that it was correct, as he looked himself over. But if it were a result of that outside point of view... if it were due to him seeing himself from the trees' eyes, or whatever passed for them... then it was also possible that his appearance here was entirely accurate to what he physically looked like in the waking world.
That, or he looked like a tree because that was all the trees knew, and he was basically taking their word for it, so to speak. That was possible here too.
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But perhaps more interesting was another thing that accompanied it: the sense of the mind attempting to share the idea with him. The humanoid tree-person's was surely well enough within the realm of the sorts one might encounter in the already-known, inhabited regions of universe. It wasn't too far from a human's, in some regards, though the sense that he was still very much struggling to focus was unmistakable. The lights were on and the wheels spinning, to mangle the sayings, but the hamsters were banging on the doors, trying to get back into their home after getting locked out, somehow. At least they weren't dead?
And just barely past that, there was another presence: the patterns that were interrupting his, keeping them from resuming normal operation, keeping his focus entangled. That was similar enough that it was no wonder they'd managed to intermingle, but different enough that he couldn't quite reconcile the two, or use them effectively himself, at least not the way he was trying to... which was causing the problem. There was no sense of intent to sabotage him, just an issue with perspective and routing, so to speak, him trying to follow their thoughts' tendencies when he ought not to, attempting to roll dice when he needed to draw cards instead. They worked differently, an intelligence without the same sense of self inherent. There definitely was one, but it was more... vague? No, less ego and more rational, organized id, something like one might suspect of forming from a biological computer, a necessarily non-artificial AI, rather than a more conventional animal-based mind. It -- they? -- were calm, their attention on Skisan as well, as this odd knight-looking figure's was, taking his lead. There was no sense of wariness, merely relaxed, comfortable acceptance, given that he'd already identified the Vulcan as family in some way.
It seemed like something akin to the result of a very clumsily, half-ended, long-term mind-meld while he'd been asleep, so the guess at him having been hibernating was almost certainly correct. No wonder he hadn't figured out his own name, when his perspective was so mixed up with the sense of being something other than himself... and he was still figuring out to disengage, even as he did so. Waking was slow, but it was happening, at least?
It might be trivial for Skisan to lend a hand, so to speak, and pull him away from his entourage mentally, so he could properly think on his own....? It wouldn't take much; he was already trying, but fumbling in his attempts, and the trees didn't seem to understand that there was an issue, let alone what the issue was, or that they and their link to him was causing it.... And if not, well, he'd probably get there well enough on his own, though more slowly.
But those trees... those apparently actually very intelligent, if only for plants, trees... might actually also be a decent enough possible explanation for why this guy looked as he did? He wasn't quite so focused yet, for his self-idea to be as firm as this, as sure as he seemed that it was correct, as he looked himself over. But if it were a result of that outside point of view... if it were due to him seeing himself from the trees' eyes, or whatever passed for them... then it was also possible that his appearance here was entirely accurate to what he physically looked like in the waking world.
That, or he looked like a tree because that was all the trees knew, and he was basically taking their word for it, so to speak. That was possible here too.