09-06-2016, 09:35 PM
The drips slowed. The rivulets of water thinned and finally disappeared completely. Mara's attention had shifted from the water as mud pulled her eyes low. As it was rather icky, she had little desire to imagine herself slapped with it. Sand would be much more preferable. Warm sandy mountains as far as the eye could see.
She shifted. Mind tugging at the threads of Nimeda that she come along. Forcing the shift was possible, but unpleasant. And somewhat rude.
She found her knees sinking into yellow sand, grains sticking to her wet skin. All around them, the sand dunes shifted on their own accord - rising and falling. The slope of the one on which she knelt remained firm, held in place by will.
"I am a Mara. You are a Nimeda."
She spoke the words like they were translations from a foreign language into her native tongue. Whatever that may be.
"I do not know a Jon. Are there others here? I know only my pets and the prey they drop at my feet like rats on my doorstep."
She opened her mind then, sharing the image of something warm like a dark blanket mounded on her lap, it's eyes glass marbles, it's mouth a mawing cavern of despair.
She shifted. Mind tugging at the threads of Nimeda that she come along. Forcing the shift was possible, but unpleasant. And somewhat rude.
She found her knees sinking into yellow sand, grains sticking to her wet skin. All around them, the sand dunes shifted on their own accord - rising and falling. The slope of the one on which she knelt remained firm, held in place by will.
"I am a Mara. You are a Nimeda."
She spoke the words like they were translations from a foreign language into her native tongue. Whatever that may be.
"I do not know a Jon. Are there others here? I know only my pets and the prey they drop at my feet like rats on my doorstep."
She opened her mind then, sharing the image of something warm like a dark blanket mounded on her lap, it's eyes glass marbles, it's mouth a mawing cavern of despair.
"Come, mistress"