08-10-2016, 04:36 AM
[[Blast from the past! Welcome back!]]
Relief painted a brilliant smile. She was glad she hadn't hurt him, not least because she doubted Bear's reaction would have been kind, but mostly because she would have felt guilty. It didn't surprise her to learn that Jon possessed similiar powers. Had he told her that before? Or perhaps she had always known. It was dangerous to gather in too much, she knew that, but Jon had always been the teacher between the two of them so she didn't feel it necessary to voice the warning.
He was distracted. She watched him try to catch the papers, abandoning her own efforts at the spying work. She didn't know what they were looking for anyway. The concern still emanated from him as he fumbled about, the letters blinking in and out of his grasp. It was comical, but she bit her tongue from laughing; she doubted he would appreciate it. Why was he even doing it to the long way? He only had to really need it. If the desire was strong enough, the Dream would bring him to what he wanted.
But apparently he found what he was looking for; before she'd even finished processing his words, he'd popped out of existence.
Nimeda yawned, stretched, and flopped back on the paper-strewn desk. Her arms hung out to the sides. She stared at the ceiling, thinking and humming lightly under her breath. The memories weren't important, at least not to her, and neither was she particularly phased at his sudden departure. It was normality here - she hadn't even notice Bear leave. Aeons might fluttered passed before she saw Jon again. It didn't seem to matter - these things always revolved, and it would come to pass again.
Moments later Thalia woke abruptly, back in the interview room.
Relief painted a brilliant smile. She was glad she hadn't hurt him, not least because she doubted Bear's reaction would have been kind, but mostly because she would have felt guilty. It didn't surprise her to learn that Jon possessed similiar powers. Had he told her that before? Or perhaps she had always known. It was dangerous to gather in too much, she knew that, but Jon had always been the teacher between the two of them so she didn't feel it necessary to voice the warning.
He was distracted. She watched him try to catch the papers, abandoning her own efforts at the spying work. She didn't know what they were looking for anyway. The concern still emanated from him as he fumbled about, the letters blinking in and out of his grasp. It was comical, but she bit her tongue from laughing; she doubted he would appreciate it. Why was he even doing it to the long way? He only had to really need it. If the desire was strong enough, the Dream would bring him to what he wanted.
But apparently he found what he was looking for; before she'd even finished processing his words, he'd popped out of existence.
Nimeda yawned, stretched, and flopped back on the paper-strewn desk. Her arms hung out to the sides. She stared at the ceiling, thinking and humming lightly under her breath. The memories weren't important, at least not to her, and neither was she particularly phased at his sudden departure. It was normality here - she hadn't even notice Bear leave. Aeons might fluttered passed before she saw Jon again. It didn't seem to matter - these things always revolved, and it would come to pass again.
Moments later Thalia woke abruptly, back in the interview room.
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