Pure rage. It cannot be held back. Cannot be contained. The psychic touch is not kept to merely the Blood. The Queen is beyond being able to calm herself.
★ FIRE. ★
[ ooc: because Phobos cannot behave, he set fire to one or two or several of the trees. Gabrielle is livid. She went out to stop him and try to douse the flames before they did too much damage and he taunted her. Anyone who comes out to investigate will see the God of Fear and the Dea al Mon Queen going toe to toe. Someone should probably stop them. Just sayin' ]
There is no speech, not yet. Just a tentative push, hardly even that, nudging ever-so-slightly to get a feel for what minds might be out there. He can tell there are some, but he hasn't explored enough to get to know whether they're moderately safe or -- tainted.
He's not being sneaky about it. Just brushing up against the first inner barrier, no pressure, no intent to push his way in, just feeling for psychic scent.
[ooc: Daemon is specifically searching for other Blood, but if you'd notice a psychic touch, feel free to respond :D]