04-16-2020, 03:38 AM
Rowan had felt more shaken up than the last vision. Detached was a better word for it. She barely remembered Armande dragging her out of the water and then laying her down next to Vale. He tended to them both, but mostly Vale. Rowan didn’t mind, she hadn’t actually gone under. Instead, she lay there, quiet, staring up, mind blank.
Suddenly, flashes of the vision streaked across her waking mind, and she was taken back to the present. What did it mean? Vale had called out something, but Rowan hadn’t processed it. She sat up and felt the cold, wet clothing clinging to her skin. Armande was still toweling off Vale.
“Was that the Pope?” She asked Armande and then to Vale, “Are you okay, sister? Are you in need of Healing?”
Rowan calmed herself, picturing the bud of a lily in her mind’s eye. The light of Saidar came upon her, shinning down on that lily. She was the lily. She opened herself to Saidar and embraced the One Power.
Channeling a flow of Water, she used Saidar to lift the moisture from her dress, drying herself. An orb of water formed from the excess moisture and floated above her legs. Rowan redirected the flow and lifted the rest of the water from Vale’s body and hair, adding it to the floating orb. Once finished, she worked the flows and cast the orb of water back into the lake.
“And what in the world were those glass spike things?” She asked them both.
Suddenly, flashes of the vision streaked across her waking mind, and she was taken back to the present. What did it mean? Vale had called out something, but Rowan hadn’t processed it. She sat up and felt the cold, wet clothing clinging to her skin. Armande was still toweling off Vale.
“Was that the Pope?” She asked Armande and then to Vale, “Are you okay, sister? Are you in need of Healing?”
Rowan calmed herself, picturing the bud of a lily in her mind’s eye. The light of Saidar came upon her, shinning down on that lily. She was the lily. She opened herself to Saidar and embraced the One Power.
Channeling a flow of Water, she used Saidar to lift the moisture from her dress, drying herself. An orb of water formed from the excess moisture and floated above her legs. Rowan redirected the flow and lifted the rest of the water from Vale’s body and hair, adding it to the floating orb. Once finished, she worked the flows and cast the orb of water back into the lake.
“And what in the world were those glass spike things?” She asked them both.