The dark sea

[Thalia]

[[A dream whilst Thalia is sleeping, here]]

Nimeda drifted lazily in the river, arms spread wide, hair coiling and twisting lethargically about her form. The water tickled her skin, a soothing embrace, and she was lulled by it, unperturbed by the sheets of water that waved gently from time to time over her face, or the nibbling kisses of fishes come to explore her fingers and toes. She thought of nothing much, content to exist with the current, to be carried wherever it chose to take her.

Time was fluid to Nimeda, and she could not say for sure how long ago she had sought out Calvin's dreams with her plea, but today was the longest she had retained shape and consciousness in a long while. Perhaps he had succeeded, and if so she should thank him for it, or perhaps her Other had found other ways of sleeping. Concerns for another day. The consideration drifted right out of her head along with everything else. She floated. Drifted. Floated.

Until she sat up suddenly, like a dog that had caught an unexpected scent. Though her feet did not touch the bottom she did not tread water to float, but rather hung there like a mermaid, a creature intrinsic to her very environment, wild hair sleek against her face and down her shoulders. Wide grey eyes searched the bank curiously, peering through the tall reeds. Nimeda rested her elbows in the mud when she saw the girl, watching her with interest. Something stirred, a recognition of sorts; similar to the way she understood Jon Little Bird. It encouraged a wide smile to her lips. "Hi!"