{Sione} And am I wrong to worship where Faith cannot doubt, nor hope despair
She dreamed for so long, the three voices moving through her as one at times, separate at others. She could hear three; a male, a female, and... something neither. And yet she knew inherently who each one was speaking through her, their tones all so familiar, so... conversational with her for who they were.
Gwydion... Danu... and the Dreaming...
Each of them had come in turn, the Dreaming only fleeting for it was killing her just as surely as it was answering her. Even the close concentration so near with her had filled her soul with glamour, infused into another existence, the chains of her mortal self fading just as surely as they had come. Such fragile things, the mortal bodies to sidhe. She could not hold against It and It knew such. Her mind would be lost to fancy and quixotic meaninglessness. So It had spoken and then left.
And next there had been Danu, warm and comforting; a true mother. The Tuatha did not stay long within the young sidhe, speaking gently but honestly and thoroughly. Her questions were being answered. The Dream was swirling on back into its dance. So many dancers.
Then had come Gwydion. The last she had called. None came in body, all only in thought, in soul. Just as she was not awake, neither were they. He gave her the answer she sought. Few choices could have been so unwanted as this, but what he said made sense. Every word. It would not be what the people wanted to hear, but they would have to listen. She would make them listen. The answers were so evident, and yet it made her sick.
He had come last, and he had stayed the longest. Her mind felt torn on the precipice of knowing and being. As though something great were reaching out for her and she to it, but neither could quite touch, and so his words drifted to her ears, conjuring up the visions she could only just see. Yet they were there, standing across the ravine as the Progenitor stood by her side, calling them up for her to witness.
And all of it seemed to stretch into mere hours for all that was said, and eternity for all that was shown. The empty spaces were filling, the understanding coming into clearer view. The snow both blinds in its brilliance and frames that which shows its color.
She woke slowly as he left her finally, drifting back into awareness. There would be nothing the same from now on.
Gwydion... Danu... and the Dreaming...
Each of them had come in turn, the Dreaming only fleeting for it was killing her just as surely as it was answering her. Even the close concentration so near with her had filled her soul with glamour, infused into another existence, the chains of her mortal self fading just as surely as they had come. Such fragile things, the mortal bodies to sidhe. She could not hold against It and It knew such. Her mind would be lost to fancy and quixotic meaninglessness. So It had spoken and then left.
And next there had been Danu, warm and comforting; a true mother. The Tuatha did not stay long within the young sidhe, speaking gently but honestly and thoroughly. Her questions were being answered. The Dream was swirling on back into its dance. So many dancers.
Then had come Gwydion. The last she had called. None came in body, all only in thought, in soul. Just as she was not awake, neither were they. He gave her the answer she sought. Few choices could have been so unwanted as this, but what he said made sense. Every word. It would not be what the people wanted to hear, but they would have to listen. She would make them listen. The answers were so evident, and yet it made her sick.
He had come last, and he had stayed the longest. Her mind felt torn on the precipice of knowing and being. As though something great were reaching out for her and she to it, but neither could quite touch, and so his words drifted to her ears, conjuring up the visions she could only just see. Yet they were there, standing across the ravine as the Progenitor stood by her side, calling them up for her to witness.
And all of it seemed to stretch into mere hours for all that was said, and eternity for all that was shown. The empty spaces were filling, the understanding coming into clearer view. The snow both blinds in its brilliance and frames that which shows its color.
She woke slowly as he left her finally, drifting back into awareness. There would be nothing the same from now on.