Glimmers of a Dream

[Thalia]

She asked a simple question, but Jon offered a whole wealth of information – after a moment’s hesitation and a glance at Bear, anyway. Once again it was laced with warnings, and once again she found herself not quite able to understand why that was necessary. This time he spoke not of her own actions causing harm, but of the malicious intent of others. What others? As though she took it literally, her gaze razed the frozen tundra. As far as she knew, Jon and Bear were the only cognizant people she had met here, and she did not feel like she would ever have need to hide from either of them. She realised others entered this Spirit World too - whether she came across them or not - but why would they mean her harm?

Dull memories swum beneath the surface of her thoughts, none of them potent enough to fully distract her. Her head tilted as she listened, as if trying to piece together his explanation with the fuzzy awareness within – but however close it felt she came, it was fruitless work. Eventually she shrugged it off. If she was looking, if she thought to look - and that was the problem - she was fairly sure she would be able to find him. Those who walked with awareness here had a distinctive feel to them, and if she could not say why her familiarity with Jon transcended the brief forming of her opinion here-and-now, his presence was already distinctive. More so than with Bear, although possibly she could find him too. Difficult to say until she tried.

A good enough answer.

“Okay.” She nodded as the information sunk in, and then her expression cleared and she grinned. Her mind stretched almost to capacity negotiating the unique pitfalls of her thought processes, but like elastic it snapped back quickly. Her curiosity was sated, at least insofar as the subject of herself was concerned, and her head was left bouncing full of new ideas to consider – but she was of no mind to contemplate it now. Nimeda was whimsical, like a butterfly flittering from flower to flower, which perhaps made her switch of subject seem random. But she was just going back to a flower that had caught her eye. A mischievous glint lit her expression, though it was not malicious. “Is that what you do here? Read?” She meant the library, of course, in which he had met Bear. Her gaze flickered to the other man, full of mirth. “And hunt?”