Loose Cannon
“A child will dream the minutiae of life, relate the sending in the morning, all innocent and dewy-eyed; astonished when the dream events turn true next day--or next one.
She's watched then, for grandma will have contacted Temple, never doubt it; and after a time the child will dream the name of the one she had been Before. Then she'll be brought to Circle and trained to be one with the Dream.
I know the way because Jake used to talk about his Mam, my gran'mam, who'd Dreamed a Dream and had the ...training and then left the Temple and who she'd been--for love, Jake said, and for stars.
I've never dreamed the naming-Dream, being outworlder, even though witch-blood. I figure only the damned come to me--those who died unquiet or outside the love of the Holy; those who somehow lost their Name. I figure that, but I don't say it. I dream the dreams and I let them go. Sometimes they come back.
Sometimes they come true.
The first time I saw Her was dreamsight.
She was in a port side bar--too coarse a place for Her to be--standing straight in her starry blue robe, with her breasts free and her face shining with power, black hair crackling lightning and spread around her like an aurora.MoreLess
She's watched then, for grandma will have contacted Temple, never doubt it; and after a time the child will dream the name of the one she had been Before. Then she'll be brought to Circle and trained to be one with the Dream.
I know the way because Jake used to talk about his Mam, my gran'mam, who'd Dreamed a Dream and had the ...training and then left the Temple and who she'd been--for love, Jake said, and for stars.
I've never dreamed the naming-Dream, being outworlder, even though witch-blood. I figure only the damned come to me--those who died unquiet or outside the love of the Holy; those who somehow lost their Name. I figure that, but I don't say it. I dream the dreams and I let them go. Sometimes they come back.
Sometimes they come true.
The first time I saw Her was dreamsight.
She was in a port side bar--too coarse a place for Her to be--standing straight in her starry blue robe, with her breasts free and her face shining with power, black hair crackling lightning and spread around her like an aurora.MoreLess
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