Who am I, really?
Oct. 31st, 2012 08:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
venusadept_2This is a dream.
It's not often that Felix realizes such a thing, but this time he does.
He looks around, trying to determine where he is. Garoh, he decides. The town of werewolves. And with that realization, he can see the full moon, larger than life. The moon that, some say, was once the city of Anemos - sanctum of the Wind Adepts.
And when he looks down from it, there is one of them.
"Sheba."
The last time he saw her in a dream like this, she was... older, purer, more. This time, she looks just like she did the last time they were both here. Even down to the dust and sweat from climbing Air's Rock.
She gives him a sad smile. "Felix. How are you?"
Almost he answers about the world, but that isn't what she asked. After a long moment, he says, "I've missed you, Sheba."
"I know." She shakes her head. "You need to stop."
Incredulous, Felix stands still and stares at her. "Oh, don't forget me! But you can't keep trying to live for me." She puts a hand on his chest. "It's tearing you apart."
Felix blinks. "No, it isn't," he says, confused.
Sheba nods sadly, her hand staying where it is. "It is. You're trying to be both Earth and Wind, and you can't do that forever."
Felix is still confused, so she continues. "Felix, what's the role of Earth?"
That's easy. "Structure and stability."
"And what about Wind?"
That's a little harder, but he manages to come up with "Information and reaction?"
Sheba nods; that might not have been quite the answer she wanted, but it seems to be close enough. "And which are you living by now?"
Once again, Felix is taken aback. There isn't structure to his movements, he's wandering the world teaching and reacting. Sheba seems to see some of that on his face.
"You don't have to give it all up. There's room for overlap. You could start a school or something, if you wanted. But first..."
All at once the dream changes; he's at Milliways, on the shore of the lake. Sheba's disappearede, but her voice comes at him from the wind, the clouds, the moon just a little past full.
"...be Earth"
It's not often that Felix realizes such a thing, but this time he does.
He looks around, trying to determine where he is. Garoh, he decides. The town of werewolves. And with that realization, he can see the full moon, larger than life. The moon that, some say, was once the city of Anemos - sanctum of the Wind Adepts.
And when he looks down from it, there is one of them.
"Sheba."
The last time he saw her in a dream like this, she was... older, purer, more. This time, she looks just like she did the last time they were both here. Even down to the dust and sweat from climbing Air's Rock.
She gives him a sad smile. "Felix. How are you?"
Almost he answers about the world, but that isn't what she asked. After a long moment, he says, "I've missed you, Sheba."
"I know." She shakes her head. "You need to stop."
Incredulous, Felix stands still and stares at her. "Oh, don't forget me! But you can't keep trying to live for me." She puts a hand on his chest. "It's tearing you apart."
Felix blinks. "No, it isn't," he says, confused.
Sheba nods sadly, her hand staying where it is. "It is. You're trying to be both Earth and Wind, and you can't do that forever."
Felix is still confused, so she continues. "Felix, what's the role of Earth?"
That's easy. "Structure and stability."
"And what about Wind?"
That's a little harder, but he manages to come up with "Information and reaction?"
Sheba nods; that might not have been quite the answer she wanted, but it seems to be close enough. "And which are you living by now?"
Once again, Felix is taken aback. There isn't structure to his movements, he's wandering the world teaching and reacting. Sheba seems to see some of that on his face.
"You don't have to give it all up. There's room for overlap. You could start a school or something, if you wanted. But first..."
All at once the dream changes; he's at Milliways, on the shore of the lake. Sheba's disappearede, but her voice comes at him from the wind, the clouds, the moon just a little past full.
"...be Earth"