Noctivagant

[Thalia]

Her feet dangled over the edge of the rock and into empty space, sweeping patterns with the tips of her toes. The patterns were familiar in a muscle memory kind of way; slippery though, else she was not so sure she wanted to remember. It had been like that a lot of late. Strange trickles, strange waters, strange memories.

Far below the water churned into white foam. Around her the air thundered with the force of the nearby waterfall, loud enough it might have sounded like conversation to ears like Nimeda’s. Cold spray tickled her skin, though she was otherwise remarkably dry (by usual standards). The atmosphere itself was saturated with a permanent damp that sent her hair into wild spirals amidst the fauna crowning her head. Leaning into her perch, she contemplated the fall.

Until distraction beckoned.

She felt the Need like a tremor, as though somewhere distant her name had been called. Nimeda. My name is Nimeda. She had not been called, of course, but she answered all the same; as she always did. She pushed herself up to standing, unafraid of her precariousness, arms wobbling out for balance in a way that bubbled a laugh. Her hand reached through the sheet of raging water, groped for the purchase of a hand (a little bend and shift of the world is all it took), and pulled.

“Careful, the rocks are slippery,” she said in absent warning, only for surprise to widen her eyes when something pulled back, like sucking mud. Dreamers were usually slow to learn that willpower was the only thing that mattered in this world, and she hadn’t presumed to find resistance.

[[Up to you whether Nim pulls him to where she is or if the nightmare and Mara’s influence is strong enough to prevent it, in which case you can assume Nim goes to them]]