Post by Moira ap Eiluned on Mar 10, 2009 14:21:11 GMT -8
It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. The vision had hit her suddenly and violently, leaving her shaking and scared. It hadn’t happened since Aunt Fiona and Brand left. She didn’t know what to do. She needed to tell someone, so that they could figure out what to do with it.
She’d scoured frantically through the disordered mess that was her Aunt’s phone drawer, looking for a phone number attached to a recognizable name, and not just a set of initials or a symbol, or even nothing at all. Finally she found one marked “Bar. A – UW”. ‘Bar.’ was probably Baron, so ‘UW’ was probably the University of Washington, which would make him the local Baron. She hoped.
She had hoped to do what she had always done; pass along the message, and wait for instructions on how to proceed. It really had seemed like a good idea. But Baron A. – Alejandro, as it turned out – was… not what she anticipated. Instead of paying any attention whatsoever, he told her to go meet his agent and follow him to people who would take care of the matter.
So she dressed in her robes and put on her gloves and veil, ensuring that every inch of her was properly covered, before calling a taxi. She didn’t need trouble.
Scarcely two hours later, and she was longing wistfully for the relative peace and quiet of that taxi ride full of uncomfortable questions from a suspicious looking and unkempt driver. She couldn’t remember ever being around so many people, not really. Passing through a crowd is one thing; it is possible to be alone even when surrounded, if each person is wrapped up in their own mind. But here…
Too many. Too many names, too many people, too many Powers. Wraiths, Rat-men, Mages, Knights of the Realm. She was quite undone. And so little she could tell them, too; the future of a few days, weeks at the utter outside, she could see – fractures, shapes, fragments of possibilities. The further ahead, the more confusing it would get, until it was meaningless in its complexity and contradictions. Visions farther ahead than that came without warning, on their own time, in their own way, when the Dreaming chose to speak to her directly. The vision that brought her here had been one such, and had been violent, swift, overwhelming, and utterly without detail or guide. In short, a warning, nothing more. The rest, she knew, was too far ahead for her to see.
But everyone crowded her, wanted more details, more information. She was scared to tell them that she didn’t have what they wanted. She didn’t know what they would do.
Oh yes, it had seemed like such a good idea at the time…. Too bad she hadn’t thought to check her own future first.
She’d scoured frantically through the disordered mess that was her Aunt’s phone drawer, looking for a phone number attached to a recognizable name, and not just a set of initials or a symbol, or even nothing at all. Finally she found one marked “Bar. A – UW”. ‘Bar.’ was probably Baron, so ‘UW’ was probably the University of Washington, which would make him the local Baron. She hoped.
She had hoped to do what she had always done; pass along the message, and wait for instructions on how to proceed. It really had seemed like a good idea. But Baron A. – Alejandro, as it turned out – was… not what she anticipated. Instead of paying any attention whatsoever, he told her to go meet his agent and follow him to people who would take care of the matter.
So she dressed in her robes and put on her gloves and veil, ensuring that every inch of her was properly covered, before calling a taxi. She didn’t need trouble.
Scarcely two hours later, and she was longing wistfully for the relative peace and quiet of that taxi ride full of uncomfortable questions from a suspicious looking and unkempt driver. She couldn’t remember ever being around so many people, not really. Passing through a crowd is one thing; it is possible to be alone even when surrounded, if each person is wrapped up in their own mind. But here…
Too many. Too many names, too many people, too many Powers. Wraiths, Rat-men, Mages, Knights of the Realm. She was quite undone. And so little she could tell them, too; the future of a few days, weeks at the utter outside, she could see – fractures, shapes, fragments of possibilities. The further ahead, the more confusing it would get, until it was meaningless in its complexity and contradictions. Visions farther ahead than that came without warning, on their own time, in their own way, when the Dreaming chose to speak to her directly. The vision that brought her here had been one such, and had been violent, swift, overwhelming, and utterly without detail or guide. In short, a warning, nothing more. The rest, she knew, was too far ahead for her to see.
But everyone crowded her, wanted more details, more information. She was scared to tell them that she didn’t have what they wanted. She didn’t know what they would do.
Oh yes, it had seemed like such a good idea at the time…. Too bad she hadn’t thought to check her own future first.