09-12-2016, 05:58 AM
She watched Mara with an amused expression, still grasping at the threads of memory that unravelled with a touch. It didn't matter. Nimeda was as content to simply exist as she was to understand the deepest depths of who she was. And she lived in the moment.
She giggled as the sand poured over Mara's head, but looked slightly puzzled at the way she ground it into her cheeks. But it was quickly forgotten. At Mara's words, Nimeda scrambled to her feet. A bright smile lit her face, and she bounced expectantly on her toes, taking not one but both of Mara's hands, swinging them lightly. She beamed. "I'll try! They are not always here."
She shut her eyes, sucking in her bottom lip. Instinct was easier for her than intentional concentration; she was a creature of whim and surprise, not of calculation. She let herself catch in the current, seeking first the easier of the two resonances to find. It had taken an age to unearth Calvin's dreams, and anyway some small thought wished to spare Mara the scrutiny of the wolves this night. Jon's was the stronger connection by virtue of its more ancient roots anyway. Though before now their encounters had always been by accident or instinct. This was the first time she sought with purpose.
The shift swept them up like grains of sand.
When she opened her eyes they stood in a city. Recognition tickled Nimeda's thoughts, more insistent than her usual remembrances. Or perhaps just more recent. The area around them was flat and wide, edged by buildings. One, ochre red, loomed tall. Another, all twisting colours and domes, like something from a fairy tale. It reminded her of the frosting on a cake. Her gaze roamed curiously, then came to rest of a giant arch, black veined red. "Oh."
She glanced at Mara, for a moment stilled by the sight - if she could not say why. Presently she shrugged, then cupped her hands over her mouth. "Hello?"
The echo bounced back and forth.
She giggled as the sand poured over Mara's head, but looked slightly puzzled at the way she ground it into her cheeks. But it was quickly forgotten. At Mara's words, Nimeda scrambled to her feet. A bright smile lit her face, and she bounced expectantly on her toes, taking not one but both of Mara's hands, swinging them lightly. She beamed. "I'll try! They are not always here."
She shut her eyes, sucking in her bottom lip. Instinct was easier for her than intentional concentration; she was a creature of whim and surprise, not of calculation. She let herself catch in the current, seeking first the easier of the two resonances to find. It had taken an age to unearth Calvin's dreams, and anyway some small thought wished to spare Mara the scrutiny of the wolves this night. Jon's was the stronger connection by virtue of its more ancient roots anyway. Though before now their encounters had always been by accident or instinct. This was the first time she sought with purpose.
The shift swept them up like grains of sand.
When she opened her eyes they stood in a city. Recognition tickled Nimeda's thoughts, more insistent than her usual remembrances. Or perhaps just more recent. The area around them was flat and wide, edged by buildings. One, ochre red, loomed tall. Another, all twisting colours and domes, like something from a fairy tale. It reminded her of the frosting on a cake. Her gaze roamed curiously, then came to rest of a giant arch, black veined red. "Oh."
She glanced at Mara, for a moment stilled by the sight - if she could not say why. Presently she shrugged, then cupped her hands over her mouth. "Hello?"
The echo bounced back and forth.
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