"Threshold of Revelation," Lixue murmured, feeling the words roll off her tongue in the sing-song voice all Vantha had. What did it mean, exactly? Were they on the verge of some giant revelation? Were they stepping into a revealing moment? Were they going to learn something from this... dream? If so, what? And what would it matter, if this was only a dream and not real? What would it all matter? The questions fluttered through Lixue's mind, pulsing with the need to be answered. Only.. Lixue did not have answers. Did not know how to figure out the dream's riddle. Was only aware that she was along for the ride, whether she liked it or not. The only important question was: How well would Lixue enjoy this dream?
With confused eyes, Lixue watched the man interact with a star. The child of the sky exploded, scattering emotions. The dust practically glowed in the dark, still losing life as the particles fell and disappeared into the night sky. Lixue was uncertain of what this meant, but felt it was important and significant to understanding the dream. To understanding why they were there and what they were to learn. Or, at least, Lixue tried to hope this was the reason. Otherwise, she was clueless and being out of control scared her beyond belief.
When the man explained who was hidden inside the star, Lixue reached out with a shaking hand and laid it on his shoulder. Gently, she squeezed, offering both friendship and sympathy. Perhaps they were meant to be here for a reason. Perhaps there was something both needed to know and, even though Lixue did not know this man, she felt a connection to the stranger. Not a physical connection, but an emotional one. As if a clear string was connecting the two of them. In such a place, Lixue would not have been surprised to see the string actually form.
But the dream had another take on Lixue's thought. Instead of hooking the two of them together, the stars began to bounce in place. As if... as if they were connected on a vibrating string. When Lixue looked closer, squinting her eyes to better see into the dark, she discovered something that made her jerk back in shock. The black sky was falling apart! Piece by piece, flake by flake, black chunks of the sky fell. The stars remained in place, still bouncing. In between the cracks, a silvery light was showing. The design of the silver was emphasized only at the last possible second before the dream went black, blocking both Ricky and her own sight. This lasted only for a chime before the dream burst into color.
They were sitting in the middle of a sparkling spider web. The twinkling stars hung from the glittery threads, still bouncing in place among the vibrating lines. The clear bubble they sat in creaked in protest at their movements. Not because there was a risk of it breaking but because the bubble did not want to go against the motion the spider web asked for. The web was asking the bubble to vibrate, to shift. And the bubble was protesting, trying to keep under Lixue and Ricky’s feet. Trying to obey the people inside the bubble instead of the acting forces outside. When a star broke away from the web, the thread it had been connected to would snap audibly before recoiling and disappearing into the dark. Lixue could only assume the dream would end when the web was completely unraveled, releasing the bubble from its tight grip. Would they float into the darkness and disappear? Or explode like the stars had done; decorating the sky with a thousand glittery particles slowly dying like embers in an unfed fire? Mayhap she was wrong, though, and the dream could end any moment. Any tick. If so, what would be the point? Was there a point to this dream or were they only to experience these things for no reason at all?
Lixue’s thoughts were interrupted as she noticed a star that was seemingly growing toward her. With each passing tick, the star grew larger, attempting to dictate Lixue’s sight. And it worked. Lixue’s almost green eyes latched onto the star, trying to decipher the picture within. Would this be another relative? Her father? One of her siblings? Would this person give her something as well? If so, what? How would the image end? With the star exploding like Ricky’s father had or simply disappear like Natal had?
Lixue ignored the racing of her heart. Instead of an actual person in the star, there was a video. A scene was enacted before her eyes, involving herself and a Jamoura from the Spires. The Jamoura had a bandage over his eyes and Lixue was holding his hand, helping guide him walking. He stumbled, tripping over a protruding root and Lixue scrambled to keep him upright. Even though she was petite enough to where it did not matter. Her strength would not keep the Jamoura on his feet. If he had fallen and landed on her, Lixue could have been seriously injured. But the Jamoura caught his balance and kept shuffling along, feel the way with his toes before fully stepping down.
Dansh. The dark Jamoura had been one of the many Lixue had helped heal in the Spires. He had been on a capture trip with two others when they were attacked by a Feral Jamoura. Dansh had suffered from head trauma and a stick was stuck through his hand. Although Lixue was able to remove the stick, his hand had been immobile for quite a while and needed rehabilitation. It was an amazing feat, being able to say he could even use the hand after a stick had pierced it so fully, completely in the middle of all his muscles. The head trauma had rendered Dansh blind.
Working with the Jamoura after the incident was difficult. Even more so when Dansh discovered his partner had been killed. The Jamoura did not want to keep living and, more than once, had to be force fed. Lixue designed a plate splint into pieces so he could better eat and know where his food was. But Dansh was not happy and even with all the attempts from the doctors, Dansh suffered from depression and anxiety. Lixue worked hand in hand with the big man, helping bring him back to life. Helped keep him living.
The scene switched showing Lixue laughing and Dansh smiling slightly. The bandage was still over his eyes but the one from his hand had been removed. An ugly scar lay in the center of his palm. Lixue was encouraging Dansh to work on closing his hand, a difficult task at best. The Jamoura had managed to close his palm around a fruit and, only by feeling, was able to tell Lixue what fruit was. They had both been ecstatic. Dansh began to have more hope. Slowly, progress was made. Dansh tried harder at the rehabilitation appointments and began to laugh more. He recovered.
As the star fell back onto the web, which snatched the star back and covered it with glittering thread, Lixue gave a sad smile. She knew what this star had meant, what symbol it stood for, and what message she was to learn.
She would recover with time. |
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