Jun 09, 2010 18:15
The Ribbon was in her hands now, and Kerai had no more idea what to do with it than she would if someone had handed her a newborn baby. Goldie was gone, and Kerai could only think that she would be a very disappointing substitute. Still she did her best, making sure there were sweets, tea, and appropriate alcohol.
She was not in this alone, at least, there was that pretty, pretty Robert St Clair contracted to provide whatever 'hands on' care that anyone might wish. Kerai sat alone on a futon, legs crossed. And as she sat, thinking how little she knew about what she was doing a song came to her, the Weave just dancing with impatience to be poured through it, so she did.
"Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more"
A skinny, dark-haired girl is 'folking up' Kansas in the wellness center, and any susceptible people passing by will be treated to the feeling that not knowing what you are doing is just fine.
kerai,
faramir