From: swansongamara	Date: 08/06/2007 16:36:25

Amara stepped out of the large cabin that served as kitchen and living room for her boat home and onto the deck. It was night and she had taken a few days away from weaving, wanting to be settled in at Hamlin before she searched for her usuals. She was well aware that she would be out of range for those back in Marik. Walking over to the edge she looked down to see Dormito waiting paitently by her dingy. She gave him a smile before climbing over the edge and down into the smaller boat. Normally she would row out to where she wanted to be, but instead she used what little water magic she had to make the small boat smoothly sail out to where she wanted to be.

"Time to go back to work, then?" came her familiar's lofty voice.

"Of course it is." She replied, hiding a smile. Dormito hated to be idle. Once she was in position she dropped the anchor and then settled back into a comfortable position. "Here we go." She said before flipping her hair back over the side of the boat and out of her face. She easily fell into the weaving state she needed to be in, her mind shifting through the minds of those asleep. She ignored those who had a weaver already working on them and watched for someone not yet dreaming. Soon she came upon a slightly older man and settled on him.

Slipping into his mind she began her work. She let a scene form in his mind of a forest glen with a small pond glistening in the moonlight. It was a beautiful evening with a soft breeze moving the tree limbs ever so slightly and whispering across the water. The man himself was standing beside the lake but looking away. She gave a slight suggestion for him to be wearing his normal, everyday clothing.

And then, out in the distance a vague figure begins to apear. All that can be seen clearly is that the figure is dressed in white. Amra waited paitently for his own mind to fill in more details.

	From: able_kanaan	Date: 08/06/2007 16:57:07

He walked out of his bed down the hall of Parliament and down the street of Hamlin, which were hours and miles away. He went down the hill. He recognized the place very deeply. It was so clear in his head where it was that it was strange the rock wasn't there, or the log. He was in the swimming hole at school, a place he used to go all the time. Kanaan knew that place. He didn't look at the water, but scanned the psychologically familiar terrain.
"Nobody is here." He noticed, making the place exude an unpleasant emotion in his mind. Because in his memories it was never empty. He remembered the events that happened there more then the place itself. The place might have been dried out by now.
"You're stupid. There isn't going to be anyone there. You should go back before you get in trouble. They aren't going to like that you are not there and are still here."
Feelings of guilt started to plague him. He feels someone coming. He takes out his wand and sees someone. He had told himself that he was silly to think someone was coming. There is a very real possibility that to him now he has been caught to where he wasn't supposed to be again. But he wasn't sure he could leave yet. They might come. They might be the person he was waiting for. So he makes a resolution to attack when the person gets close enough.

"I'm not going anywhere." He shouted. He could hear his own voice. His hand tightly closed around the wand in a nervous fist, his grip too tight. He could feel the hard wand in his hand. He wasn't holding it right to do anything. But his hand couldn't grip it correctly thought he tired many times. The whole world moved so slow, as he tried to make it right. But more important were the feelings of panic and anticipation.

	From: swansongamara	Date: 08/06/2007 17:17:17

Amara found his reaction quite interesting, but played along with it quite easily. The person approaching became recognizable, someone he found familiar. This person was someone he had a longing to see, whether he realized it or not. The person approached with a smile and arms out stretched.

Again Amara waited for him to fill out the details. she did not like hunting for the information itself, but liked allowing the dreamer to supply it. She easily relaxed into the familiar flow of a dream weaving, happy to feel her familiar's comforting presence with her.

	From: able_kanaan	Date: 08/06/2007 17:52:50

The figure was wearing a white shirt which is why it was so strange, jeans. It was really hard to see, and discern in the dark. But white clad strangers seemed awfully convenient.
"This is going to be a serious situation soon. I had better get ready." He was terrified, emotions irrationally shivering all over his body. As he tried to grip his wand and cast. it was strange that the magic didn't work, but not impossible he had no center and it seemed like he was floating in emotions and reactions. No magic. So he waited for the figure to appear.
Ready to somehow get the intruding presence.

He shouted as the figure approached. As if he was going to get them. With no weapon. He was very angry and aggressive but it wasn't enough.

The woman was dark haired. Soft smile on her face. Her full lips squinched into a proper smile and hair something to wild. Her nose upturned and puckish looking. He wobbled a bit. He had been wrong to attack.
The woman opened her arms, and he watched her for a few minutes. Everything was so slow. All he could think about was how bad he felt for making the wrong decision, almost unable to process the sight of the woman trying to embrace him, and her kind face.
She would never have worn jeans. They were so common. He was getting confused, but his body was stuck in the scene. He knew the next thing he must do was hug her.
But even this happened slowly as his emotions shifted even before he could move. The anger was so slow to burn away and fear even as he held her close, he still was stuck.
He knew that because he hugged her too tonight. He gritted his teeth and scowled his face, trying to stop himself.
He heard the woman speak "Jack." She said slowly as if she was weak, and dying. He must not hug her till she died he told himself.

	From: swansongamara	Date: 08/07/2007 10:27:35

Amara moved to take over the form of the woman that seemed so familiar to him. Once that was done she caused the woman's face to fall as he held back from embracing her. Her arms lowered slightly and she looked even more pained. "Jack... why will you not come to me?" She said in the woman's voice.

This was beginning to turn slightly interesting. It began to get colder, and the area became less inviting than before. The womans arms folded onto herself, and when she breathed her breath was visible before her. "Jack, please, it's getting so... cold."

	From: able_kanaan	Date: 08/07/2007 11:40:33

He was afraid to touch her. That he might smash her. He could feel his desire to be near her overwhelm him. He had this dream before in other places. In other times, Where it would not matter how fast she'd run, she would be gone.
He had always lost her before. He walked slowly to her. She would always disappear before he reached her. Would she vanish this time. "Don't move"
He panted heavily "I'm coming. Don't move."
A hundred time he had this nightmare, and still he fell for it. He couldn't avoid it.
In the waking world he would remember telling Walter of this over and over.

	From: swansongamara	Date: 08/07/2007 13:23:33

Amara saw the pattern dreams such as this one with this woman had taken before and frowned. He must have been led by an older weaver, but she was not old and was still capable of giving pleasing dreams. Plus, by doing what she had in mind could have an interesting result.

The woman did not fade, buit stood there strong. The smile returned and her arms went out to him once more. She was not going anywhere this time. So when he reached her she enfolded him into her embrace. "I knew you would come to me, Jack."

	From: able_kanaan	Date: 08/07/2007 13:43:02

"I'm always here." He said. "I can never make it. I never make it in time." He said. His voice shaking and this grip a bit desperate. "You're the one that always leaves." He said vulnerable. He felt so tired. Even the voice he used was worn out. It was so tiring to run when you were asleep, he practically collapse in the woman's deceptively slight frame. He sunk deeply into relaxation. Relief. It was a strange feeling he hadn't had in ages.

	From: swansongamara	Date: 08/07/2007 15:44:45

She kissed the top of his head, arms pulling him closer. "I'm sorry, Jack. I am sorry for leaving you alone. But I'm here now."

Amara began to grow curious. Exactly who was this woman to him? His mother? A past lover he lost? A very dear friend?

	From: able_kanaan	Date: 08/07/2007 16:07:36

He was shaking surprisingly weakened "It's my fault." He said as if it was a throwaway phrase. 'It's my fault." He repeated. Something was happening to his body.
"What does it mean now that you are here?" He said rubbing her back. Somewhere he knew it wasn't real, but the senses didn't lie."

	From: swansongamara	Date: 08/07/2007 16:50:35

"Shhh..." she said, hand running over his hair, smoothing it down. She rocked him back and forth, humming slightly. As for his next question, Amara thought long and hard. What would be the right thing to say? She had to be craeful with what she was to say next.

After a mere second she finally came up with the best reply for the situation at hand. "It means that everything is going to be ok now." She said, giving him an encouraging smile. "Do not be afraid."

	From: able_kanaan	Date: 08/07/2007 17:06:42

"Everything is not okay." he said. "I'm sorry I ruined everything." he said. He held her tighter "I'm always afrad. I don't know what I am supposed to do." he said "I just don't want to watch anyone else die..." He gripped her. "What if I ruin things again?"

	From: swansongamara	Date: 08/07/2007 17:31:25

Her smile was kind, and Amara found what he said endearing. He feared death, which she had feared once, but it had turned into a hate of death and then an acceptance of it. What had happened, happened.

"Death is not something to fear, my dear. It is a part of making us who we are. It is unpleasant, but needed in its own way. As for ruining things? How could you? Just be who you are, that is all that is needed."

	From: able_kanaan	Date: 08/07/2007 17:58:04

Things were so delicate. He couldn't take her kind words seriously. It didn't seem like her, or right. He had many people he worried about. What about all of them? If he weren't around what would they do? He couldn't bear the fact that somewhere someone could suffer because of something he did. Or worse something he didn't do.
"There is so much pressure. I want to be of use. I want to help. But no one ever listens." He said "Sometimes I think they would rather be dead then be around me. No one wants to fix anything. No one wants to make things better."
He felt isolated for so long. It was hard to open up to someone at all even if it was her. He felt young and small again. He could even see his body shrinking. It didn't make sense. But the emotions were there. Isolation, guilt, a childish self absorbed world view, enthusiasm. But without the benefit of restraint and stoicism which kept his mind together. It was like being naked. It was like being a child.

He did not like it.

He wished that she would protect him. He wished that it was safe to be a child and to be happy.

	From: swansongamara	Date: 08/09/2007 14:18:10

Amara felt Dormito disturb the water near the boat she was draped in, a sign that someone was approaching. Depending on who it was, this could be a bad thing. She needed to end this dream before more than just Dormito disturbed her.

"There are some people who do. Do not worry, if you look you will find people who wish for the same things you do." She kissed his forehead and smiled. "It's time for me to go, but I will be back again soon. Do not worry." After she said that she stood back from him, still smiling. "Stay safe for me."

With those the woman began to fade away, along with the rest of the scene. Amara began to come back to herself slowly, eyes opening to see a boat on the river heading their way. She gave a sigh and began to reel in the anchor.

"Have fun?" Dormito asked as he swam nearby.

"Yes, he was a new one. Very interesting." Amara replied as she heaved it into the boat. She then set out over the water again, heading back home. "I shall weave for him some more."

	From: able_kanaan	Date: 08/09/2007 16:01:33

Kanaan gripped on her very very tightly. To feel comforted by her presence. Not exactly understanding the words coming from her. He tried to smell her to feel her in his arms.
But then she was gone. He tried to cry out for her to wait. But his voice didn't work. The same crippling slowness overcame him. THe words stuck in his throat and his body remained clenched embracing thin air. He didn't like the smoke she turned into and he tried to fan it away from his face. But couldn't.
It was then he floated in smoke for hours it seemed until a shrill noise awoke him.

Little Ikra came up to his bed and sat on his chest. Making a weird noise.
"No wonder I felt like I was choking. Off." He grumbled. He felt strange and upset.
"Go away."
The he pulled his blanket over his head.