The mind-words of several unicorns in unison can become a veritable cacophony: The creatures started babbling, then shouting, and the unicorns whinnied madly until Lily could hardly hear a thing for the rumpus in her head. -- Natalie Prior, Lily Quench and the Magician's Pyramid (2004) Mental whispers may seem: like an attempt to whistle ever so brief confidential delicate as thistledown familiar like a falling feather encouraging like rain on leaves faint like a soft blowing heavenly like a steaming teapot peaceful like a sleepy sigh lulling gentle soothing like a voice from the grave enchanted husky like a rustling wheatfield hollow like something from ancient times