Her eyes were wide, but a distance had seemed to grow within them, glaring with an absence that had not been their moments ago. As she raised her eyes she had let them travel about the room, a room now filled with wisps of spider wed lines, traveling from the people, through the people, tingling throughout the room with a pulsing purity that she instinctively knew they could not see. It was an overwhelming site. A room filled with pasts and futures and auras, some violent while others hummed a peace, one that overwhelmed and made sure that she quickly focused on Daniel. Her focus, now trained centrally on this one man became clearer, but not in any sense that alleviated the new found anxiety that nestled near her heart, pressing on her ribcage steadily while tugging at her now emptied stomach in time.
From Daniel the world seemed to stitch, a fine needle weaving in and out through the air, to create defined “strings” or paths that moved both from him and towards him. Without knowing she knew, she knew these were the connections of time, destiny, fate’s many labyrinths that trickled from him in colors that would become radiant and defined only to subside for a lapse to a dull and then flicker with the same intensity. She was both drawn and dreading the new needlework that splayed from the complicated man and as he offered her the bandage she reached out to take it, and then her hand seemed to hesitate and grip on the air. Digits slipping around one of the many strings that spoke of his paths. She slipped through other strings without disruption, but once her fingers intent was made and they tightened about the string, she would recount it as being blue, though the color was unquantifiable in her previous experience, something raw that contacted and pulled her. She was dragged to a quiet that seemed to choke out life itself, a still that seemed both infinite and limited, the bar around her slipping into haziness as she was drawn into another place. She could barely comprehend the floor beneath her knees, she had lost Daniel, though his presence still linked her and as she gripped one of his many possible futures, he was the only anchor that dug into the slippery sand and afforded her a return. Her mind enforced that for this moment she was a captive, that other place didn’t matter and a scene, muted and abstract played in which Daniel moved towards a doorway, hesitant, and she couldn’t tell if it was night or day because of the bluish haze that suppressed any clarity and then he was knocking. But Varvara seemed frightened and her grip fell away and her hand pulled back as if she’d been snapped at by a beast.
What did it mean? You should have seen it through. This cowardice won’t be accepted. Not of a gift. Words fumbled about in her mind that she could not be sure to whom they belonged. Daniel had been at a door, that had been apparent, and there were things she hadn’t seen, feelings/impulses, things that had come with the viewing and she grasped, such as pain. She knew there had been pain though with such a hasty withdraw it was hard now for her to decide whose pain it had been. Had it been Daniels? Someone behind the door? Or maybe it had simply been situational pain? It prodded her to go back and answer these questions. But she was defiant. What else had been a truth? It was the future, but it could not have been to distant for Daniel still held what youth he’d managed to scrape by with. His features had seemed, she hadn’t gotten enough of a look at his face. next time you’ll know better. As it spoke inside of her she wanted to tell it there would be no next time, but even she knew that was lie.
As her hand recoiled to her chest the world around her slipped back into perspective, the haze not disappearing but filling her own mind, making its place there, where it belonged. She attempted to shake out the feeling that she’d just accepted something, that it had just taken residence within her, but was truly apart of her all along. The world, which had become almost normal was quickly restitching their fates all around her, though now they seemed almost like fishing line, ignorable, except for his, the one she focused on, and there her eyes remained, trained on Daniel, who could end up at this door and she had not waited, wanted to see. The entire experience had seemed to lapse no time here. He would simply have seen her reach, hesitate and withdraw.
She took the bandage from him now, her light touch gingerly plucking from his hands without making any skin to skin contact, whatever that may bring she was not yet ready for. You’re being silly and overdramatic, of course you can touch people. Her lips seemed to part as if she was going to speak and then they would simply close and open once again. It was a fish like movement, as if the air was to thin and she was trying to pull all the oxygen from it. A fresh bout of oxygen would fail to alleviate the real cause, for the first time in her life it seemed Varvara was at a loss for words. That or she was, also for the first time in her life, thinking through her next words very carefully.
She was relieved when the Druid began to talk and the focus of the room clipped to her with little to no choice of its own. The silence that settled now was less forced, but it was quiet all the same as she held the entire room’s attention. Varvara listened though she took this time to stare intently towards the floor. While glancing down she noticed for the first time that these strings that seemed to connect and flow, well, she didn’t have any. She waved a hand in front of her chest where they seemed to stem out of the majority of occupants and she felt nothing. The type of nothing that seemed to empty to not be planned, or misplaced purposely by a divinity or power beyond what she now held. This was her first found limitation. She would never touch on her own future and while the entire experience, the last 5 minutes, could be explained as nothing short of mind shattering, horrifying and she was mentally scorning the nestled haze of fate in her mind, she also felt a prick of sadness that she did not have a foreseeable future. She began to pull the bandage tightly around her hand, suppressing the blood flow as she attempted to focus on the Druid.
She knew they were all here for the dream, but she couldn’t possibly fathom the magnitude of weight these people were placing on the giant. Giants had not been something she knew how to internally cope with. Entities from another realm, she felt a chaos within him when she had the dream, and now the truth of the matter, that this giant would be released upon the world in all its chaos seemed exceedingly daunting for the little gypsy that was now using a towel she had been tossed to wipe clean herself and then the floor around her. She looked to be fully immersed in the cleaning, but was also attempting to fathom the things these people spoke of. Librarians and Giants. What did she know of their world? What did she know that could help? Couldn’t the man whose entire being hummed with decay and malleable birth just find a librarian, albeit a deceased librarian, and ask for his help? The intricacies of many of the others crafts were unknown to her, which was no surprise considering her own craft was now an unknown. She was pleased to have the ground offering her a solace from the webs that it seemed she was subconsciously already working on muting. It was as if her mind was struggling to put in dams after the tsunami had already hit.
She didn’t even register the wolf, Johan or look up at the snarling Mutt, she seemed to be thinking, cleaning, and slipping into the recess of her own mind. She was repeating over and over that she should not cry. This was not a place in which you allow yourself to fall apart. And the truth of it was such a force that when Daniel finally spoke to her she leveled a much calmer, yet still distant gaze with his own. “If I were a gambling man, I would bet you your name that the wolf will best the dog.” She started to stand up, leaving the tainted towel on the floor at her feet and let her gaze switch from Daniel to the beasts, and then back to Daniel. She may not understand the intricacies of her new surge, nor would she even say the new power was required for the observation that followed. That was not a dog and a beast, in fact, they were both not of this place. ”Varvara, but I doubt the others won’t let it come to a win and a loss.” Then almost under her breath in a quiet whisper she said with a frown. ”I fear we won’t make it if we fight amongst ourselves.”