Mind Playin Tricks on Me

[Thalia]

Amusement lingered as the two discovered the face of the other, their voices twined in tune to the same question. Though she brought them here, Nimeda did not much care to mediate, and nor did she share her epiphany from the room of mirrors as to the splinter. There was no moral sense of guidance for why she plucked him from his dream, nor for why she had slipped inside its nightmarishness in the first place. MarcusMalik could not continue, not as he was, but for the path he would choose to take she was impartial. She did watch though, leaned back into the dip of a tree, one foot presently slipping from the bank to brush her toes lazily into the water. Flowers shifted like a meadow in the white folds of her lap, and she threaded them idly as she observed. At the silence of their impasse she laughed. “I believe you are well acquainted. Have you nothing to say to the other?”