08-12-2013, 03:59 AM
Jon wondered if he was going to have to take drastic action to stop the disturbance. His attempts to impose his will upon the Spirit World ran up against such strong a wall he feared it would snap his very mind if he struggled further. This force-it must be coming from Nimeda, there was no other way he could rationalize what was happening. Either that or they were both caught in a wandering figment of a dream gone awry. That happened in this place from time to time, as Unseen demons created manifestations of horror. Those were usually easy to dispel though, by focusing the mind on what was real and not allowing oneself to be drawn in. This was much stronger.
All this flashed through his mind in mere heartbeats. He had to do something. He reached out with his third eye and took control of the force of Great Spirit. His senses sharpened, the sensation of dissolving reality pushed him to the edge of panic to the point he wasn't sure anymore whether he was trying to stop the chaos or contributing to it - or perhaps creating it. He felt for the threads and hoped he wouldn't have to hurt Nimeda much to stop it all.
The cool touch of a soft hand on his wrist.
In Jon's state of heightened awareness while in contact with the Great Spirit, the simple contact felt as vivid and severe that it suddenly seemed the only thing still solid, as if Nimeda's hand and his wrist were one entity.
This shocked Jon so much he released his connection. Suddenly he realized stability had returned to the Spirit World. He blinked in surprise. Had he been the one who had imagined the whole thing? He barely heard Nimeda's question - That energetic inquisitiveness, as if nothing had passed in the moments before. Had there been anything that happened? His struggle of wills - it must have been her!- had left his mind feeling strained and full of holes in his memory. But no, the evidence remained in splattered paint on their clothes and destroyed furniture, as well as her hand still grasping his wrist.
Well, then. If Nimeda had been the cause, she must have also stopped it. Surely there was no malevolence intended, then. Just a being walking awake in the Spirit World with no idea of what she was truly capable of.
"You must not-" he started, and stopped himself. Shame overtook him momentarily, gripping his heart. He had seriously considered harming this surely innocent woman, had almost done so...And it probably had been his fault in the first place. What if his ignorance of how she would take his instruction would lead to further dangers? Nimeda gave him a puzzled look, but he shook his head.
"Never mind," he continued, burying his emotions. "Yes, there are others. Some of my people, those who share the blood of the Native American people, have the ability to walk here, and it is possible to meet them and speak with them. You are the first I have met not of our people in this place. Until I met you, I thought that walking this Place awake was a thing only my people knew."
Perhaps another walker of the Spirit World, one he trusted, would have a better idea of What to make of Nimeda. He offered a small smile to her.
"Would you like to meet one of them?"
Edited by Jon Little Bird, Aug 12 2013, 04:31 AM.
All this flashed through his mind in mere heartbeats. He had to do something. He reached out with his third eye and took control of the force of Great Spirit. His senses sharpened, the sensation of dissolving reality pushed him to the edge of panic to the point he wasn't sure anymore whether he was trying to stop the chaos or contributing to it - or perhaps creating it. He felt for the threads and hoped he wouldn't have to hurt Nimeda much to stop it all.
The cool touch of a soft hand on his wrist.
In Jon's state of heightened awareness while in contact with the Great Spirit, the simple contact felt as vivid and severe that it suddenly seemed the only thing still solid, as if Nimeda's hand and his wrist were one entity.
This shocked Jon so much he released his connection. Suddenly he realized stability had returned to the Spirit World. He blinked in surprise. Had he been the one who had imagined the whole thing? He barely heard Nimeda's question - That energetic inquisitiveness, as if nothing had passed in the moments before. Had there been anything that happened? His struggle of wills - it must have been her!- had left his mind feeling strained and full of holes in his memory. But no, the evidence remained in splattered paint on their clothes and destroyed furniture, as well as her hand still grasping his wrist.
Well, then. If Nimeda had been the cause, she must have also stopped it. Surely there was no malevolence intended, then. Just a being walking awake in the Spirit World with no idea of what she was truly capable of.
"You must not-" he started, and stopped himself. Shame overtook him momentarily, gripping his heart. He had seriously considered harming this surely innocent woman, had almost done so...And it probably had been his fault in the first place. What if his ignorance of how she would take his instruction would lead to further dangers? Nimeda gave him a puzzled look, but he shook his head.
"Never mind," he continued, burying his emotions. "Yes, there are others. Some of my people, those who share the blood of the Native American people, have the ability to walk here, and it is possible to meet them and speak with them. You are the first I have met not of our people in this place. Until I met you, I thought that walking this Place awake was a thing only my people knew."
Perhaps another walker of the Spirit World, one he trusted, would have a better idea of What to make of Nimeda. He offered a small smile to her.
"Would you like to meet one of them?"
Edited by Jon Little Bird, Aug 12 2013, 04:31 AM.