08-17-2016, 03:30 PM
Jon Little Bird was escorted from the holding room, leaving Katchina alone with her thoughts. And with the power. She hadn't released it since getting rid of that minor headache. Alone, Gitche Manidoo filled her completely, calm, serene. Like the kingfisher above a still pond. One minute it would be standing there like a statue, and the next moment a fish would be in its mouth and you'd never see it strike.
Jon had promised that he'd be back shortly. They would either question her further and charge her, or release her, but either way he'd be back. In the meantime there wasn't much point in worrying about things. And yet, eating away at the edge of her calm like a pebble skipped across a pond was a gnawing worry. What if her actions tainted people's perception about the Power? The power is a good thing -- we can do good with it! It is hope for a dying world.
And yet, fear could destroy any chance at delivering that hope. Without a way to teach control to others in a safe way, more and more people like Jerome would show up, sick men and women who would be dangers to themselves or others. The public would come to see all people with the power as rabid animals who needed to be hunted down.
What will be, will be.
However, not much would come of anything if she was left to stew away in a cell, waiting for something to happen that she could do something about. She hoped she didn't have to wait much longer.
Jon had promised that he'd be back shortly. They would either question her further and charge her, or release her, but either way he'd be back. In the meantime there wasn't much point in worrying about things. And yet, eating away at the edge of her calm like a pebble skipped across a pond was a gnawing worry. What if her actions tainted people's perception about the Power? The power is a good thing -- we can do good with it! It is hope for a dying world.
And yet, fear could destroy any chance at delivering that hope. Without a way to teach control to others in a safe way, more and more people like Jerome would show up, sick men and women who would be dangers to themselves or others. The public would come to see all people with the power as rabid animals who needed to be hunted down.
What will be, will be.
However, not much would come of anything if she was left to stew away in a cell, waiting for something to happen that she could do something about. She hoped she didn't have to wait much longer.