The heat of the sun burned her, but not how it used to: she found herself strangely comfortable in this. Nothing seemed to be famliliar about what she considered normal in her life: somewhere in the back of her mind she could hear her brother screamimg, "What did you do to my baby sister?" But that was fine. He would have that reaction. After all, much of her changed.
Where she had once seen her teacher stand she stood now, and the desert sand blowing in her face did nothing to deter her being here. She couldn't see her face, but she didn't have to: somehow, knowledge passed into her head that she kept tempered back. Her hair was bound back, her clothes tattered, almost unrecognizeable. Her face was half covered: she looked a little like the ninjas on the ship, although her eyes, which were usually blue, were not now.
At least, not a blue she knew her eyes to be, but that of her teacher and Arha, the fremen of the former Rakis, forever changed once partaking of the Spice Melange. In her mind, perhaps this was what she pictured it to be: a sense of knowing and understanding, of a stillness that she could control. She kept her eyes on the trembling sand dune in the distance: she could feel the tremors, the quiet movement that would becomke a rumbling, and she would answer that now.
She danced slow, deliberate, as she had seen her teacher do, but now the difficulties seemed to disappear: her body felt trained, awake, able to do things it could not before. She could somehow feel the blood of the Fremen in this place, and it saturated her blood as she repeated the cry now, the Voice coming almost effortlessly.
"Shaitan!" she said, and now the rumbling grew louder, and the noise like an orca/like a lion resounded in the air, but she was not afraid. She had become strong, and with that strength, she called the worm. Like the day in the Sensorium, the worm showed its teeth, and she clambered up, much faster than she had that day. Now she had a mission, and a desire that burst through any dream, a need that drove her.
"I will go to him," she said, in a voice not quite hers. "I will go to him, and nothing in this world will stop that. If the deserts are drained dry, and the spice gone forever and the Benes Gesserits and all waterbenders gone for good...I will search for him forever."
And she rode, and the scenery changed: she could see, in the distance, an enormous multi faceted jewel that shimmered in the air. It burned in colors of crimson, then dark orange, then light blue. In the middle she could see the unchanging third eye, the goal she always sought of reaching a peace she sought all her life. She could see it in an instance: growing older, teaching younger sisters the way of the Bene Gesserit, uniting water and sand to bring about new, knowledge seeking students. She saw herself passing away in her sleep, a happy. fulfilled life of learning, a string of lovers in her wake, inner peace at her core.
"You will have to wait," she whispered. "None of this is anything without him."
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Where she had once seen her teacher stand she stood now, and the desert sand blowing in her face did nothing to deter her being here. She couldn't see her face, but she didn't have to: somehow, knowledge passed into her head that she kept tempered back. Her hair was bound back, her clothes tattered, almost unrecognizeable. Her face was half covered: she looked a little like the ninjas on the ship, although her eyes, which were usually blue, were not now.
At least, not a blue she knew her eyes to be, but that of her teacher and Arha, the fremen of the former Rakis, forever changed once partaking of the Spice Melange. In her mind, perhaps this was what she pictured it to be: a sense of knowing and understanding, of a stillness that she could control. She kept her eyes on the trembling sand dune in the distance: she could feel the tremors, the quiet movement that would becomke a rumbling, and she would answer that now.
She danced slow, deliberate, as she had seen her teacher do, but now the difficulties seemed to disappear: her body felt trained, awake, able to do things it could not before. She could somehow feel the blood of the Fremen in this place, and it saturated her blood as she repeated the cry now, the Voice coming almost effortlessly.
"Shaitan!" she said, and now the rumbling grew louder, and the noise like an orca/like a lion resounded in the air, but she was not afraid. She had become strong, and with that strength, she called the worm. Like the day in the Sensorium, the worm showed its teeth, and she clambered up, much faster than she had that day. Now she had a mission, and a desire that burst through any dream, a need that drove her.
"I will go to him," she said, in a voice not quite hers. "I will go to him, and nothing in this world will stop that. If the deserts are drained dry, and the spice gone forever and the Benes Gesserits and all waterbenders gone for good...I will search for him forever."
And she rode, and the scenery changed: she could see, in the distance, an enormous multi faceted jewel that shimmered in the air. It burned in colors of crimson, then dark orange, then light blue. In the middle she could see the unchanging third eye, the goal she always sought of reaching a peace she sought all her life. She could see it in an instance: growing older, teaching younger sisters the way of the Bene Gesserit, uniting water and sand to bring about new, knowledge seeking students. She saw herself passing away in her sleep, a happy. fulfilled life of learning, a string of lovers in her wake, inner peace at her core.
"You will have to wait," she whispered. "None of this is anything without him."