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Rain, Rain, Go Away
Arha had been standing in the same spot for a very long time, staring into the the rainsoaked world she had asked he Sensorium to create. She had done much research before she had begun to pull the world into her mind--many hours in the library looking at all sorts of worlds with rain--and now that the world was actually created, she couldn't make herself go inside. It wasn't as if Arrakis hadn't had its rainy days while she'd been there; the open puddles on the streets of Arrakeen proved that, but on those days Arha had stayed in her cave and waited it out, burrowed down like Shai-Hulud in the depths of the sand.
And she still wanted to do that, epecially now that she was staring at her fear.
She was a Bene Gesserit Reverend Mother and she was not supposed to be scared witless of water. But here she was, her fingers digging into the opening of the Sensorium, trying to control the way her flesh crawled at the jungle and the way the wind slanted the water that fell from the sky. Double moons hung in the sky along with a larger gas planet, barely visible between the tangled trees and lust glowing undergrowth. There was a skittering of claws as a birdlike creature ran past and a loud rasping call; Stacy, obviously had decided to take the inhabitants into her own creative design as Arha hadn't specified.
Breathe.
"It is just water," she said. Somewhere deep within that jungle, Arha could hear crashing waves--a thing called an ocean. "Lots of water." Get a hold of yourself, child! Face your fear. If this ship ever lets you off, how will you do what is needed if the world is wet? Move!
"Thallamaka al-lahu wa-natharaka," Arha snarled under her breath. The knowledge of many lifetimes--some that had seen water-soaked worlds, which should have been enough to ease her fear--and she was being scolded by a wrinkled old woman would would have slapped her with a stick across her rear for being such a child. The curse was appropriate, though God could not split a dead woman, nor scatter her. And how she wished for such at this moment. But it was a true thing and she was being such an idiot about it.
Arha stiffened and forced herself to walk into the rain.
She was soaked in a second, cursing, and in the most un-Bene Gesserit way, flailing in panic, as she reeled straight out of the Sensorium.
And she still wanted to do that, epecially now that she was staring at her fear.
She was a Bene Gesserit Reverend Mother and she was not supposed to be scared witless of water. But here she was, her fingers digging into the opening of the Sensorium, trying to control the way her flesh crawled at the jungle and the way the wind slanted the water that fell from the sky. Double moons hung in the sky along with a larger gas planet, barely visible between the tangled trees and lust glowing undergrowth. There was a skittering of claws as a birdlike creature ran past and a loud rasping call; Stacy, obviously had decided to take the inhabitants into her own creative design as Arha hadn't specified.
Breathe.
"It is just water," she said. Somewhere deep within that jungle, Arha could hear crashing waves--a thing called an ocean. "Lots of water." Get a hold of yourself, child! Face your fear. If this ship ever lets you off, how will you do what is needed if the world is wet? Move!
"Thallamaka al-lahu wa-natharaka," Arha snarled under her breath. The knowledge of many lifetimes--some that had seen water-soaked worlds, which should have been enough to ease her fear--and she was being scolded by a wrinkled old woman would would have slapped her with a stick across her rear for being such a child. The curse was appropriate, though God could not split a dead woman, nor scatter her. And how she wished for such at this moment. But it was a true thing and she was being such an idiot about it.
Arha stiffened and forced herself to walk into the rain.
She was soaked in a second, cursing, and in the most un-Bene Gesserit way, flailing in panic, as she reeled straight out of the Sensorium.
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"Did you kill it alone?" she asks. Raptor priorities are a bit different from human ones.
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Sharp Tongue is a shaman, not a warrior, but she's covetous of knowledge in general and if she thinks it's something that she could teach her tribe to put to use against, say, a tyrannosaur, that would be very awesome. And worth quite a bit of status.
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Arha blinked, then shook her head.
"Every force has an opposite," she murmured almost absently. "And every healer can use their tools to kill."