11-21-2004, 08:19 AM
What was it? What is it? How does one describe it? Could it even be described? How could he tell her something he didn't know? And who was this Kya person he'd felt her think about earlier? Could that have been Kya? Was Kya a person? A place? A word used to describe something?
"Don't know....." It answered back to her question. Feeling her reaction to the initial contact nearly mirror it's own it began to keep watch of what passed between the two of them. To many thoughts at once would surely overwhelm him, and to many feelings at once might not sit well with her either.
Would she know? How could she know? Why wouldn't she know? Was it possible that she didn't know....but could figure it out? Would Strange know if he saw it? Of course he would. That old wizard seemed to know just about everything when it came to matters such as these. But how could they get in contact with him? And why hadn't he come along? If they were to help him, shouldn't he be there? At least an avatar? An apprentice? An assistant? Someone?
And how could he help her see what he had seen? He could push the images into her mind, but that would be intrusive. The feelings it had felt had already been shared, but now she felt nearly as confused as he was. Should he take her there? Let her see? Would she let him? Would she want to see? Would it even be safe for him? For her? For the two of them? But if she saw she could tell the others better than he could. Couldn't she? A few seconds. They could go for a few seconds couldn't they? She wouldn't suffer the effects of the dark dimension. Not if he was with her. Not if he kept the effects from her.
But then he would have to go back. He couldn't just send her, he'd have to take her. Join her. Join with her. Would she allow that? Would she know what that meant?
Externally it hesitated, still billowing softly as it held her hand. The scene may have appeared odd to the casual passer-by, but breaking and reforging the connection every few moments would have been far worse than being thought of as strange.
How could he even ask her? Why on earth would she agree? Who was Victoria? Did she know Kya? Did she know what Kya was? Did she know where Kya was? And what had that aroma been? Could he really just wrap himself around some stranger? What if she wasn't trustworthy? What if none of the others trusted her? Would he become untrustworthy? Was there any way to know? Was there any way to know if anyone trusted her now? Strange trusted her. Why else would she be here? He would have never allowed her here if he didn't trust her. So Strange trusted her. That was good enough.
"Join....me?"
"Don't know....." It answered back to her question. Feeling her reaction to the initial contact nearly mirror it's own it began to keep watch of what passed between the two of them. To many thoughts at once would surely overwhelm him, and to many feelings at once might not sit well with her either.
Would she know? How could she know? Why wouldn't she know? Was it possible that she didn't know....but could figure it out? Would Strange know if he saw it? Of course he would. That old wizard seemed to know just about everything when it came to matters such as these. But how could they get in contact with him? And why hadn't he come along? If they were to help him, shouldn't he be there? At least an avatar? An apprentice? An assistant? Someone?
And how could he help her see what he had seen? He could push the images into her mind, but that would be intrusive. The feelings it had felt had already been shared, but now she felt nearly as confused as he was. Should he take her there? Let her see? Would she let him? Would she want to see? Would it even be safe for him? For her? For the two of them? But if she saw she could tell the others better than he could. Couldn't she? A few seconds. They could go for a few seconds couldn't they? She wouldn't suffer the effects of the dark dimension. Not if he was with her. Not if he kept the effects from her.
But then he would have to go back. He couldn't just send her, he'd have to take her. Join her. Join with her. Would she allow that? Would she know what that meant?
Externally it hesitated, still billowing softly as it held her hand. The scene may have appeared odd to the casual passer-by, but breaking and reforging the connection every few moments would have been far worse than being thought of as strange.
How could he even ask her? Why on earth would she agree? Who was Victoria? Did she know Kya? Did she know what Kya was? Did she know where Kya was? And what had that aroma been? Could he really just wrap himself around some stranger? What if she wasn't trustworthy? What if none of the others trusted her? Would he become untrustworthy? Was there any way to know? Was there any way to know if anyone trusted her now? Strange trusted her. Why else would she be here? He would have never allowed her here if he didn't trust her. So Strange trusted her. That was good enough.
"Join....me?"