...okay, Stefan's had enough of this. He'd been curious to see just what was going on in River's head that was keeping her so rooted in her dreams, but this is starting to freak even him out a little. It's like being trapped within the oil paint and canvas of something envisioned by M.C.Escher or Salvador Dali, and it's making his vision swim.
What he does takes longer than it should, but it's been years - decades, even - since Stefan's done this, and there's something about River's mind that feels almost elastic. He pulls, but instead of there being slack and give, there's resistance like tugging on rubber. He has to focus and pull, putting all of his effort into it in order to drag the scenes spun by River's mind to him and weave them into something else entirely. While Stefan was originally going to recreate something familiar to River from Taxon, it's taking too much out of him and falls back on default, taking something from his own mind and applying it to River's, something he can easily throw together without much thought or effort: Veritas.
River will now find herself standing outside of great plantation house, the air hot and thick as it was in the days before the land was covered in more buildings than the Earth was meant to hold. Stefan sits on the steps to his childhood home, calm and as if being here is the most natural thing in the world.
i try to sleep, they're wide awake, they won't let me alone;
What he does takes longer than it should, but it's been years - decades, even - since Stefan's done this, and there's something about River's mind that feels almost elastic. He pulls, but instead of there being slack and give, there's resistance like tugging on rubber. He has to focus and pull, putting all of his effort into it in order to drag the scenes spun by River's mind to him and weave them into something else entirely. While Stefan was originally going to recreate something familiar to River from Taxon, it's taking too much out of him and falls back on default, taking something from his own mind and applying it to River's, something he can easily throw together without much thought or effort: Veritas.
River will now find herself standing outside of great plantation house, the air hot and thick as it was in the days before the land was covered in more buildings than the Earth was meant to hold. Stefan sits on the steps to his childhood home, calm and as if being here is the most natural thing in the world.
"You don't need to run."