(no subject)

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Being from (Ar)Rakis, Sheeana's first thoughts on the dark dreams that had been afflicting her fellow crewmates had more to do with hurricanes and sandstorms than clouds. The metaphor was the same though.

That was her thought as she sat in the lotus position in front of Arha's door (she would not leave her if she had another such dream, but would not tempt herself into sleep by joining her either). Sandstorms. She missed them so, the beating, suffocating, gritty howl of them. Real weather, to rasp at the skin, to shape both person and landscape. Sand or rock crunching underfoot, screaming winds, danger that could be understood and grasped by human hands. I am a desert creature. I need the environment I was born for.

She longed for them as for the touch of a lover.

Comments

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

"Would you wish me to warm your bed then? I have certainly warmed enough in my time." The question hit her like a jolt to the bellybutton. "How did you know?"

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"I am not quite sure if Obi-Wan would take that wrong or not," she said, amusement flicking across her features as she glanced at Sheeana. "It is a deep thing, Sheeana, and we both have been marked by the sands of Arrakis. I would be surprised if you were not thinking of it now. In moments like this, I, too, turn to the thought of my cave and the way sandstorms howl past its opening while I am curled save in my alcove. We may leave the desert, but it never truly leaves us, not us."

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

She had, unfortunately, hit the nail right on the head. "I. Need. Real. Weather!" Once again she realized she'd been shaking her companion. It was reticent of the frustration she'd expressed to Khel the other night. And while sexual frustration could be temporarily cured, Arha could hardly summon the winds for her. "...Sorry...This is not a way for humans to live, confined in a spaceship like a guild navigator."

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

Arha let Sheeana shake her, let her finish, too, and understood the frustration all too well. She craved the wind and the sharp touch of sand, the dry air, and the stretches of sunset that glinted of the rocks and shimmered as it was reflected in the sand. She was no stranger to the frustration of being pent up in this place.

"I share your frustrations," Arha said, her palms cupping Sheeana's cheeks. "This is no way to live and it does not help us to be without like this, but so too do we have little choice in the matter. Why else do I keep myself moving all the time, everywhere, go, go, go, learn, learn, learn, mm? We are creatures of the wind and sand as we have always been. And we need to be let out more often than most."

She gently stroked her thumbs along Sheeana's cheekbones and let out a soft sigh.

"I have no suggestions to aid you in this one. We are both as busy as we could possibly be."

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana thought she understood then a bit. Arha had the same frustrations as her, the ones that caused her to protest with her outrageous sexual behavior back on Chapterhouse. In the ancient Reverend Mother though it manifested in a need to find and learn new things.

"I need not suggestions but good companions." She replied before yawning again and lolling her head onto Arha's shoulder. She closed her eyes. "One of us has to sleep at least..."

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"Sleep," Arha said gently. "I am fine sitting here. If I cannot sleep, I shall meditate, and if I cannot meditate I shall sit. But sleep, Sheeana. Eventually I shall, also." She brushed at Sheeana's hair and her smile was soft and warm.