06-05-2015, 03:46 PM
Nightmares. What does he know of nightmares?
For the first two years of her life here, Yael had almost nightly terrors, waking in a cold sweat at the sound of the children shrieking in pain and the sight of her Abba disappearing into the flames. And then her nightmares came to life again, when Vanquish died, and before that – from the night-monster with the dark-power. What kind of monster can kill a magician’s child? The very essence of nightmares, that’s what.
What does the poor princeling know of nightmares? She should laugh in his face, roll her eyes and tell him not to be so dramatic. Maybe it would be exactly what he needed. But you and I both know she won’t. So she doesn’t. Instead, she shakes her head. She doesn’t know how to open up the pathways in his mind to let him speak. She can manipulate the physical, but she does not want to delve into something that could hurt him more than help him.
“I can geev you an actual voice, I do not feel comfortable vit telepaty.” She knows better than to give him something like that, something like that to someone she does not entirely trust could be asking for trouble. Yael would not be blamed for letting something evil loose in the world. “But first, I vill xear you swear to xelp vone of my cheeldren, should t’ey ever ahsk eet. On penalty of losing your voice.” Her gaze is insistent and expectant, and while she wait for him to swear, she gathers her powers and prepares to look into him and fix whatever it is that keeps him mute. It is simply enough to look at her own body and copy what is supposed to be onto him. Minus the female parts, of course.
Although… wouldn’t that be funny?
For the first two years of her life here, Yael had almost nightly terrors, waking in a cold sweat at the sound of the children shrieking in pain and the sight of her Abba disappearing into the flames. And then her nightmares came to life again, when Vanquish died, and before that – from the night-monster with the dark-power. What kind of monster can kill a magician’s child? The very essence of nightmares, that’s what.
What does the poor princeling know of nightmares? She should laugh in his face, roll her eyes and tell him not to be so dramatic. Maybe it would be exactly what he needed. But you and I both know she won’t. So she doesn’t. Instead, she shakes her head. She doesn’t know how to open up the pathways in his mind to let him speak. She can manipulate the physical, but she does not want to delve into something that could hurt him more than help him.
“I can geev you an actual voice, I do not feel comfortable vit telepaty.” She knows better than to give him something like that, something like that to someone she does not entirely trust could be asking for trouble. Yael would not be blamed for letting something evil loose in the world. “But first, I vill xear you swear to xelp vone of my cheeldren, should t’ey ever ahsk eet. On penalty of losing your voice.” Her gaze is insistent and expectant, and while she wait for him to swear, she gathers her powers and prepares to look into him and fix whatever it is that keeps him mute. It is simply enough to look at her own body and copy what is supposed to be onto him. Minus the female parts, of course.
Although… wouldn’t that be funny?