Private Weavers of Two Disciplines

Naisis had a busy day, so the letter she was handed and stuffed into one of her pockets was, more or less, ignored. After the morning classes, searching for a place to stay and a multitude of other things she needed to do before becoming the liaison between Mantra Carlos and the Subliminal.

Flopping down on the sofa she looked over to where Flutterpip was working on her newest project. What it was she doubted even Flutterpip knew. That is when she remembered the letter in her pocket. Pulling it out she opened it. It was an invitation for a Kiron Hel'Sarie to meet him at his place of business, a place called Null Horizons. Both name s seem to ring a bell.

"Flutter can you help me?"

Flutterpip put down her knitting and flew over to Naisis.

"What can you find out on - Kiron Hel'Sarie?"

A few moments later on the laptop, Flutterpip brought up a picture with a blurb on his business, "why do you want to know?"

Showing the letter to Flutterpip, she replied, "He has invited me over to his place."

Flutterpip all excited, "Ooh! A date!"

Rolling her eyes, "no! It is not a date."

"Then what is it?"

To that Naisis could not answer.

"Well, are you going?"

"I'm - not - sure..."

"Aw! Come on mom. With your schooling and all the new responsibilities, Avax Set has placed on you, you are running your self ragged. You could use a break. What is the worst that could happen?"

"Well, he could capture me and hand me over to Azure."

Flutterpip flew back to he knitting, "Then you will just have to kick his butt."

Naisis just laughed. To Flutterpip she was super-mom, she knew otherwise. She picked up her ceremonial dagger and hid it in her belt. It was not much, but it has saved her in the past.

Heading downtown, she found the Null Horizons. Entering the shop, she could not help seeing all the artifacts and other magical devices. This might not be a bad idea, he just might shed some light on the Heart-song mystery.

Heading to the receptionist she showed the letter, "I am here to see Kiron Hel'Sarie."

Naisis entered the office and sat down in the nearest seat. From the looks of it, he seems to like his comfort.

She sat there with her fingers pressed together and knees crossed revealing both hooves from under her dress. She had a blank expression as she listened to what he had to say. Although her brow did rais a little when he said he was not from this dimension, she was not all that surprised. She suspected a good percentage of the people here were not. His description of what he could do peaked a couple of prospects: 1) discussing magic theory and 2)seeing if he could help her figure out what the Heart-song was.

Placing that trinket on the table and sliding it towards her, made her suspect that was either her payment or bribe for whatever he was planning. A small smirk caressed the corners of her mouth. But that all changed when he described her abilities. Her eyes narrowed and the smile disappeared. She searched past events she had with others here looking if she might have told another; none came to mind.

She did listen to what he wanted and the price he was willing to pay, but she had some serious questions for him. She glared at the trinket as if it was a viper ready to attack and him as if he was Azure himself.

She sat there tapping her fingers together, with a pursed lips staring at the wall behind him, for several moments before speaking.

"Your information on me has a few - caveats. The first and most important is, I can only enter a dream from the Subliminal, and only if the dreamer is part of Subliminal. I have met those here who are not. Secondly, although this one can be solved, when the sun is up my magic is down."

She folded her fingers together and looked over them giving him an ice-cold stare, "but they are moot since at the moment I do not trust you. As far as I know, there are four people that know my ability to control dreams. So how did you find out, and it better be good."

Her hands dropped into her lap, and her expression returned to that blank look when he started talking, but she still did not trust him. She listened and watched as he did something with his glasses. When he spoke of translation, she quirked a small smile. She had the same problem. Hearing she was not the only one, which caused her to wonder. She has met one other here that could create dreams.

When he offered her the glasses, she accepted them holding them in her lap. She was not ready to try them on, not until she knew what they were for and can do.

Fortunately, her expression did not reflect her thoughts. The first being 'Great! Another Ziadia Kyes!' It was bad enough having one of them, but two? Could the universe survive?

When he mentioned a device to detect magic, she scolded herself for not thinking of that possibility. She had used something called a Nightstone to do something similar.

When he finished, she commented, "vary possible, since I am a creature of the Subliminal its magic flows through my veins."

Picking up the glasses, she looked them over, regretting not bringing her Nightstone with her. It might have given an insight into the magic he used on them.

No use waiting as whatever will happen will happen. Looking up to him, she put on the glasses.

Naisis did notice the subtle change in Kiron and suspected that might be the full amount of his emotional outburst. Still, it was interesting that he was interested in her blood.

His glasses were not designed for a horses muzzle, even one shortened like her's. No matter how she positioned them, she could not look through both lenses at the same time. To solve the problem, she closes one eye and looked through a lens with the other. Although what she saw was strange, it was not the weirdest she has ever seen. She wondered what caused all the different styles she was seeing.

Time to take notes. Putting the glasses on top of her head, she fetched her notebook and a fountain pen. Lancing herself to draw a little of her black blood, she opened to the last page and wrote on the bottom line 'Kiron Hel'Sarie '. She flipped forward a page; both pages have his name at the top. In the upper right corner of the right page, she starts to write, although they looked like random doodles to anybody else. They started black the slowly changed into gold when she finished it.

She pulled down the glasses and peered intently at an object then pushed them up on her head before jotting down some notes and, every so often, drawing a picture of what she saw. She did that for several objects in the room, including Kiron and herself. After several pages of this, she closed her notebook and put it in her lap (If Kiron were watching, he would have noticed the number of pages never changed, two in front and two in back).

Sitting back, she tapped the glasses on the palm of her hand in contemplation. When he asked if she was alright, she seemed to come back to reality. She handed Kiron back his glasses.

With an attempt at humor, she commented, "well, that does explain why I feel frazzled some days."

Focusing on Kiron, she smiled, "I have seen stranger than this."

She opened her notebook to the last page she was working on and continued writing. When she ran out of ink, she poked herself again. Then he mentioned the lack of magic here, which caused her to chuckle, "tell me about it. The amount of Qui here might fill that crystal ball. Fortunately, I have enough to be usable."

She took the glasses and placed them on her head as she made some more notes. Putting down the pen, she picked up the crystal ball. Pulling down the glasses, she peered at the ball, blinked, and peered closer. A brow raises to complement her puzzled look. Was this what he saw when he looked at her? She made one last close examination of the sphere before putting it back on the stand and pushing up the glasses. Picking up the pen, she, slowly, made some more notes still with that puzzled look.

Looking up to him, she inquired, "so - I look like a mess of lint with pulses of light running around to you?"

The more she saw, the more interested she got. She was not heavily in academics, but she did want to get that Master's degree in Dream Theory.