10-09-2013, 01:59 PM
Jon chuckled, and smiled back at Nimeda. "It's a deal," he replied, taking her hand in a friendly shake. Her touch was soft and assuring, even as it amplified the strength of her presence in his mind. It was not unlike feeling he'd been gently clutched in the palm of a giant. He should have felt much more uneasy than he did.
"If you remember that much, you may remember enough to inquire at the school of law for a Jon Little Bird. They will know how to reach me. If we don't find each other there, Bear and I will keep an eye out in the Spirit World."
Bear nodded as well to that sentiment, turning to Jon and flashing a wink in his direction.
Jon let go of her hand. He probably needed to wake soon -- and with that a touch of remorse flitted across his eyes. Shakespeare was half right, parting wasn't exactly sweet sorrow. Bittersweet, maybe. Jon might not ever see her again. It was entirely possible she would forget everything about this encounter, and even if she was in Moscow she'd be one in several million to find.
"I fear I must wake soon," he said to her. "If there's anything -- anything -- I can do before I go, you need only ask."
"If you remember that much, you may remember enough to inquire at the school of law for a Jon Little Bird. They will know how to reach me. If we don't find each other there, Bear and I will keep an eye out in the Spirit World."
Bear nodded as well to that sentiment, turning to Jon and flashing a wink in his direction.
Jon let go of her hand. He probably needed to wake soon -- and with that a touch of remorse flitted across his eyes. Shakespeare was half right, parting wasn't exactly sweet sorrow. Bittersweet, maybe. Jon might not ever see her again. It was entirely possible she would forget everything about this encounter, and even if she was in Moscow she'd be one in several million to find.
"I fear I must wake soon," he said to her. "If there's anything -- anything -- I can do before I go, you need only ask."