08-06-2013, 04:55 PM
Jon blinked in shock. The pretty young woman had spoken aloud to him, acknowledging his presence! This was not merely a dream for her. Surely she must be aware she was in the Spirit World! That moment awareness had flashed into those large grey eyes, Jon was certain. This woman was not some casual visitor. Yet her impression was one of confusion, and possibly a little fright.
Slowly, so as not to startle her, Jon reached up and took down the cloth that masked his face and lowered his hood. "I do not think I know you either," he said slowly. "There are still some among my people who walk the Spirit World from time to time, but you are not one of them. You must have the same gift to remain here."
Jon paused. Maybe there was some glimmer of memory there. Did he know her? His grandfather had often muttered of things coming again in circle. There was some sort of ... affinity... he could feel.
Jon concentrated, and his clothes shifted to that of casual business dress, grey coat and black shirt, dark pants, thin-rimmed spectacles upon his face. Something he'd wear on a normal day -- though in this place, glasses were hardly needed. He walked over to see what the woman was painting. She yielded the view without a word.
Jon's jaw dropped as he saw her painting. It was a mishmash of images. Stars falling, a bear crossing the sea with fangs bared, a snake wrapped around itself devouring its own tail, a coyote jumping at embers on dry grass. Clearly she was talented as an artist...but what exactly was she painting? The grand picture made no sense to him.
The woman continued to stare at him to the point Jon started feeling awkward. He felt he could trust her, and however she'd managed to find her way here, Jon wanted to help. There were so many dangers that could come on a soul in the Spirit World this woman might not be able to defend against. "You seem lost in here," he said, offering a hand to her. "Perhaps I can be your guide. You may call me Jon."
Slowly, so as not to startle her, Jon reached up and took down the cloth that masked his face and lowered his hood. "I do not think I know you either," he said slowly. "There are still some among my people who walk the Spirit World from time to time, but you are not one of them. You must have the same gift to remain here."
Jon paused. Maybe there was some glimmer of memory there. Did he know her? His grandfather had often muttered of things coming again in circle. There was some sort of ... affinity... he could feel.
Jon concentrated, and his clothes shifted to that of casual business dress, grey coat and black shirt, dark pants, thin-rimmed spectacles upon his face. Something he'd wear on a normal day -- though in this place, glasses were hardly needed. He walked over to see what the woman was painting. She yielded the view without a word.
Jon's jaw dropped as he saw her painting. It was a mishmash of images. Stars falling, a bear crossing the sea with fangs bared, a snake wrapped around itself devouring its own tail, a coyote jumping at embers on dry grass. Clearly she was talented as an artist...but what exactly was she painting? The grand picture made no sense to him.
The woman continued to stare at him to the point Jon started feeling awkward. He felt he could trust her, and however she'd managed to find her way here, Jon wanted to help. There were so many dangers that could come on a soul in the Spirit World this woman might not be able to defend against. "You seem lost in here," he said, offering a hand to her. "Perhaps I can be your guide. You may call me Jon."