07-28-2023, 10:44 PM
Though she hadn’t intended to scare him, amusement bubbled for his reaction. Curses erupted like colourful splashes of paint. Nimeda slid her palm beneath her chin to watch. Above, his eyes blazed anger in a way that reminded her of the Grimnir, and for what she imagined must be similar reasons. A small smile peeked, harmlessly mischievous. It served him right for ignoring her so long.
He offered a name, but he might as well have plucked it from the stars, for she understood him as something else – not in words, but in resonance. Adrian’s arms struck a defensive barrier far removed from the Dream Eater who made Mara quake. He gave so grudgingly! She wondered if it was fear, for he seemed very unsuited to the environment. Certainly he was uncomfortable.
She pushed away from the bank, arms aloft as the water tickled in ripples over skin and fanned her hair across the surface. Adrian asked questions and answered them in the same breath, which also reminded her of someone else. Since he did not pause she offered no insight. His supercilious manner tickled her, and she let him run his kingly course since she presumed it made him feel better.
“Of course I heard you,” she laughed. It wasn’t amusement at his expense; rather, she seemed confused at the notion she wouldn’t. Adrian’s brow rose in impatient demand, and Nimeda’s head tilted in kind. She found the schism in him a curious thing. The Watcher was like the very fabric of this world, intrinsic, but Adrian seemed disgruntled and lost in it. If he was seeking something, he only had to throw loose the desire and let the dream answer. It was a lesson she had tried to impart before, with little success. But she knew well how to direct those currents, for herself and for others.
“I can show you what you Need,” she agreed after a moment. She was still drifting, but paused now to lift a dripping hand and offer it palm up. Her gaze was guileless, but nonetheless there was something playful in the motion. “But first you’ll have to get a little wet.”
He offered a name, but he might as well have plucked it from the stars, for she understood him as something else – not in words, but in resonance. Adrian’s arms struck a defensive barrier far removed from the Dream Eater who made Mara quake. He gave so grudgingly! She wondered if it was fear, for he seemed very unsuited to the environment. Certainly he was uncomfortable.
She pushed away from the bank, arms aloft as the water tickled in ripples over skin and fanned her hair across the surface. Adrian asked questions and answered them in the same breath, which also reminded her of someone else. Since he did not pause she offered no insight. His supercilious manner tickled her, and she let him run his kingly course since she presumed it made him feel better.
“Of course I heard you,” she laughed. It wasn’t amusement at his expense; rather, she seemed confused at the notion she wouldn’t. Adrian’s brow rose in impatient demand, and Nimeda’s head tilted in kind. She found the schism in him a curious thing. The Watcher was like the very fabric of this world, intrinsic, but Adrian seemed disgruntled and lost in it. If he was seeking something, he only had to throw loose the desire and let the dream answer. It was a lesson she had tried to impart before, with little success. But she knew well how to direct those currents, for herself and for others.
“I can show you what you Need,” she agreed after a moment. She was still drifting, but paused now to lift a dripping hand and offer it palm up. Her gaze was guileless, but nonetheless there was something playful in the motion. “But first you’ll have to get a little wet.”
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