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blondecanary

The beach, Friday afternoon

Aug 28, 2009 16:33

Trying to meditate in her room was getting Dinah nowhere; the feeling of being cooped up and trapped just didn't allow it to work. So after a run through town and down the beach, she found a spot on the sand and sat down, closing her eyes, and taking a deep, deep breath.

This is me. This is not-me. The beginning of the exercises Ghanima had ( Read more... )

other people's memories, beach, training to be not a bene gesserit, gabrielle

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ancientbschamp August 29 2009, 00:37:42 UTC

For a while now, ever since the break between summer workshop sessions, Gabrielle had had a nagging feeling that she was missing something. It was never a particularly strong sensation, and there were no gaps in her memory that she could tell, but there was always the vaguest, most maddeningly nebulous sense of something just out of reach that she was just . . . missing.

She didn't think about it most of the time; it didn't seem to be anything particularly important. Like whether the third fencepost from the left of the gate in front of her parents' house was a fingerspan higher or lower than the others -- not that, but something on that scale. Inconsequential but niggling ( ... )

blondecanary August 29 2009, 00:41:49 UTC

Dinah took a couple deep breaths, slowly brought her focus back to completely outside her head, and squinched open one eye. "Hey, Gabrielle. I was practicing some meditation. Memory stuff." She blinked open the other. "No big, it's an ongoing process, you know?" Well, maybe Gabrielle didn't, but Dinah was so never going to get this perfect on her first couple tries.

ancientbschamp August 29 2009, 00:47:38 UTC

"Memory stuff?" Gabrielle echoed curiously. "How does meditation help your memory? I get practice, of course. Practice always makes perfect, like they say," she added with a cheerful smile.

blondecanary August 29 2009, 00:50:00 UTC

"It's supposed to help with my other memories, the ones that aren't mine-- did I ever tell you that?" Dinah asked, suddenly not sure. The telekinesis, definitely, they'd used it in Reserves training a lot, but she wasn't sure the telepathy ever came up. "I'm a touch-telepath. I can read peoples' minds if I touch them. Only sometimes it gets overwhelming."

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