out
how this woman was immune to my powers. I had finally found it—something new
that piqued my interest, but there could be a lot of trouble if I stayed.
Releasing the last threads of her consciousness, laughter reached me, and I
couldn’t help myself—I stepped back into the light of her mind.
She smiled at me serenely, still
giggling somewhat, and I looked at her quizzically. “What are you going on
about?” I asked point blank, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. She
stifled the rest of her amusement with her hand and then cleared her throat as
her hand returned to her side.
“The face you were making was so
peculiar. It looked like you were wishing for my shoes to catch fire—or
something—you were staring at them so intently.” She started snickering again
as she finished her explanation.
I grimaced in embarrassment, a feeling
that was completely foreign. “I was doing no such thing,” I lied, knowing I
would never tell her what I had been doing.
“Then what were you thinking?” She was
calling my bluff, her eyes sparkling. I liked her already—she was just as bold
as I was. It was as if we were two friends trying to beat each other in a word
game.
“What’s your name?” I asked to avoid her
question.
She smiled and shook her head. “Don’t
you know you’re not supposed to tell strangers things like that?” She spun in a
little circle, smiling. Her hands slid through her long hair as she did so,
causing it to lift and ripple.
As she moved, I observed our surroundings
more closely and noticed we weren’t actually in a pool of light as I’d
originally thought, but in a long room, completely bare of furnishings. One
whole wall was made up of floor-to-ceiling mirrors, which had been concealed
somewhat in the shadows. Realizing it was some type of ballroom, I stepped into
the glow a little more. It seemed as if doing so should have been difficult
since I’d spent my existence in the shadows of the human mind, but those few
steps felt like a breath of fresh air. I glanced at myself in the glass wall
and realized I’d automatically altered my clothing to match hers, without
consciously realizing what she was wearing.
I was in a fancy, tuxedo-like black suit
with a loosely fastened red tie. The formal jacket was missing, but I still
looked pretty sharp. The sleeves of my dress shirt were rolled neatly to the
elbow and matching dress shoes completed the look. My reflection looked close
to my normal one, though my pointy ears were missing and my fiery red eyes were
now bright blue. My hair remained its usual blond color, styled short and
messy. It was odd. Normally, I looked like myself in dreams, mostly because
there was no need to change the appearance of someone who couldn’t be seen. I
figured somewhere in my mind I realized I was a visible role in the dream now,
and I needed to look the part.
The girl wore a beautiful ball gown of
red silk with little black, gemmed accents, which rustled with every move she
made; her raven ballet flats showed only when she spun and the air caught her
skirts. Around her neck was a matching jewel and ribbon. Her long ebony hair
hung loose in curls, which would have made any girl jealous.
The woman cleared her throat and
stretched her hand to me. Turning from the mirror to look directly at her, I raised
my eyebrow questioningly as I remained where I was. I suddenly felt
apprehensive; I’d never touched anyone during their dream before, though for
some unknown reason, I found myself wanting to touch this human.
“Come dance with me,” she explained,
stretching her hand towards me further, excitement radiating from her smile.
Unsure of what to do, I took a step
away, locked my fingers behind me, and shook my head. “No, I shouldn’t.”
“Don’t be silly. It will be fun!” She
walked toward me—a woman on a mission—and beckoned for me even more with each
step. “How are we supposed to not be strangers if you won’t dance with me?”
I
how this woman was immune to my powers. I had finally found it—something new
that piqued my interest, but there could be a lot of trouble if I stayed.
Releasing the last threads of her consciousness, laughter reached me, and I
couldn’t help myself—I stepped back into the light of her mind.
She smiled at me serenely, still
giggling somewhat, and I looked at her quizzically. “What are you going on
about?” I asked point blank, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. She
stifled the rest of her amusement with her hand and then cleared her throat as
her hand returned to her side.
“The face you were making was so
peculiar. It looked like you were wishing for my shoes to catch fire—or
something—you were staring at them so intently.” She started snickering again
as she finished her explanation.
I grimaced in embarrassment, a feeling
that was completely foreign. “I was doing no such thing,” I lied, knowing I
would never tell her what I had been doing.
“Then what were you thinking?” She was
calling my bluff, her eyes sparkling. I liked her already—she was just as bold
as I was. It was as if we were two friends trying to beat each other in a word
game.
“What’s your name?” I asked to avoid her
question.
She smiled and shook her head. “Don’t
you know you’re not supposed to tell strangers things like that?” She spun in a
little circle, smiling. Her hands slid through her long hair as she did so,
causing it to lift and ripple.
As she moved, I observed our surroundings
more closely and noticed we weren’t actually in a pool of light as I’d
originally thought, but in a long room, completely bare of furnishings. One
whole wall was made up of floor-to-ceiling mirrors, which had been concealed
somewhat in the shadows. Realizing it was some type of ballroom, I stepped into
the glow a little more. It seemed as if doing so should have been difficult
since I’d spent my existence in the shadows of the human mind, but those few
steps felt like a breath of fresh air. I glanced at myself in the glass wall
and realized I’d automatically altered my clothing to match hers, without
consciously realizing what she was wearing.
I was in a fancy, tuxedo-like black suit
with a loosely fastened red tie. The formal jacket was missing, but I still
looked pretty sharp. The sleeves of my dress shirt were rolled neatly to the
elbow and matching dress shoes completed the look. My reflection looked close
to my normal one, though my pointy ears were missing and my fiery red eyes were
now bright blue. My hair remained its usual blond color, styled short and
messy. It was odd. Normally, I looked like myself in dreams, mostly because
there was no need to change the appearance of someone who couldn’t be seen. I
figured somewhere in my mind I realized I was a visible role in the dream now,
and I needed to look the part.
The girl wore a beautiful ball gown of
red silk with little black, gemmed accents, which rustled with every move she
made; her raven ballet flats showed only when she spun and the air caught her
skirts. Around her neck was a matching jewel and ribbon. Her long ebony hair
hung loose in curls, which would have made any girl jealous.
The woman cleared her throat and
stretched her hand to me. Turning from the mirror to look directly at her, I raised
my eyebrow questioningly as I remained where I was. I suddenly felt
apprehensive; I’d never touched anyone during their dream before, though for
some unknown reason, I found myself wanting to touch this human.
“Come dance with me,” she explained,
stretching her hand towards me further, excitement radiating from her smile.
Unsure of what to do, I took a step
away, locked my fingers behind me, and shook my head. “No, I shouldn’t.”
“Don’t be silly. It will be fun!” She
walked toward me—a woman on a mission—and beckoned for me even more with each
step. “How are we supposed to not be strangers if you won’t dance with me?”
I
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