Since Beth now lives in my old room, I laid claim to the couch. I’m small enough that I can usually sleep on a couch, without having my feet stick out over the edge. There have to be some advantages to being five-foot-nothing, right?
My sleep… was far from restful. The nightmares returned in force. Searching. Searching, but never finding, or catching glimpses of clues that eventually lead to dead ends, or half-answers. Again and again I failed. Leaving people to die, rot, or left unfound. I must, I must have whimpered or flailed about in my sleep, as my mom woke me up around two in the morning. It’s disturbing that my first impulse was to find some paper and re-write my ‘notes,’ feeling that the answer to all my questions could be found if I’d look… If I’d just look that little bit closer.
I watched some mindless TV with my mom for about an hour and when I was ready to sleep again, mom used one of her own feathers and performed Captured Dreams. I was fortunate and the feeling of security that the Rite brings wasn’t false, as I had no more dreams that night.
In the morning, I was left with the real problem, in that I was still having nightmares. Even after being Cleansed. Not that mom’d been able to pick up any traces of Taint on me, or my notes. Corax are resistant to Taint, likely a blessing from Helios and Raven both. One purifies with fire, while the other? Well, Father is perfectly aware of the fact that his children like to stick their beaks into absolutely /everything/. XDBeth just stopped eating her peanutbutter toast and is staring at me. Why the hell do I feel so threatened by her? It’s as if she is seeing things that she shouldn’t.( Taking time to 'heal' and recharge my batteries. )( Twinkle-Toes needs a new obsession and my new book looks neat! )I woke up to find Beth standing over me and staring at me. I nearly had a heart attack. Fuck. I came within a breath of hitting her and I think she realized that, as she just started to walk off, then plunked herself down in front of the TV.
I went back to the Glade Sunday Morning, along with my new books and a small waterproof case to keep them safe and dry. Twinkle-Toes want me to decorate his nails in Homid now. *groan* Freaking bloody peacock of a raven