Ghanima had returned to her suite after class, not yet willing to go down to the board of the missing to add Algren and Tyler to the roll ( Read more... )

She had gone out on to her balcony to watch the sun rise, letting the first rays seep into her skin. Now, more than ever, Ghanima missed Dune. Missed the cleansing heat of the sun and sands. This weak sun was not her ideal choice, but it would do. It warmed her, soothed her, and steeled her resolve in what she must do.

( That had been hours ago. Years. Centuries. )

Ghanima had meditated.

She had counseled herself to patience, to trusting in the Golden Path and Leto, and in the bright minds and indomitable wills of Fandom. This too would pass, brought low like all other challengers to this place.

She had been wrong.

Ghanima had listened to the message fifty, perhaps sixty, times since last night, ( Read more... )

This time, when it hit, Ghanima had been in the middle of a midnight run along the beach, well after radio had aired and most sensible people were asleep. It wasn't like her runs across the dunes at home, not even remotely close, but it would never due to slack her training out of some sense of nostalgia ( Read more... )

Ghanima had hid, sensibly, when the change hit this time. She was not ashamed of being male, but looking like Leto could be awkward this time around, and she did not want to make any of the students uncomfortable.

Then Irulan had handwavily spent the night, until they were both back to their true Selves. It had been nice to have company, and ( Read more... )

Sunday, Ghanima had learned, was a day for lazing about and doing absolutely nothing whatsoever. Even if she hadn't yet finished class for Monday, she refused to get out of bed before noon.

Which is why she continued to ignore her ringing telephone. If it was important, she'd know. That was the joy of being a mild precognitive ( Read more... )

Ghanima had awoken this morning to an almighty clamour in her head.  Apparently, Mohiam and Jessica were hyperventilating about something Ghanima had done (was doing?) again, and Chani had gently instructed her daughter to go find breakfast before firmly pulling the inner-door shut between Ghani and her tau awarenesses.

Mind blissfully silent for ( Read more... )

Ghanima awoke knowing something was wrong.  The voices within her Other Memory were in an uproar, Mohiam in particular, and Ghanima was forced to quickly slam the door between them before they overwhelmed her.

It was only after she staggered into her kitchenette, still shaking from the effort, that she realized what was wrong.

Her skin was not her ( Read more... )