The Golden Field Pt. 2
16th Cylus 720 in the heartland of Yrmellyn’s dreamscape
Yrmellyn lays sleeping in Volta, knocked out by a fever, dreaming lucid dreams. Part 1: After getting information from her Emean companion Bizette, a dragonfly, Yrmellyn searched for The Veil until feeling like she would scream in rage and frustration. Eventually, she found it in a place she labelled The Seventh Impediment. Now she was about to examine the (supposed) veil a little bit ...
The Veil, as it appeared to Yrmellyn right now, looked similar to stained glass. The texture was uneven but it felt smooth as metal when she ran her hand over it. But, unlike metal, stone or glass it was somewhat elastic and leathery. It seemed organic and alive. The nuances of gold and brown, green and blue mirrored the colours of the nature around it. Discrete dots of other colours were almost invisible. It was, all in all, an excellent example of mimicry.
This was what she could see with her eyes. But, as Yrmellyn was an attunement mage there might be more to think of about the Veil. It did NOT mean that she would use magic in Emea, but as her mind was altered it might affect her perceptions. The magic had matured in her at a slow pace for many arcs. But, during the previous hot season last arc and on she had experienced several breakthroughs. It wasn’t that she had been using the magic more. She hadn’t discovered super abilities in herself. No. The breakthroughs had been about other aspects of the magic.
The first breakthrough had been the enriched impressions, the mutation the attunement had brought on her mind. This wasn’t magic, but it was a change, a new mental function. It connected and interlaced her impressions and made her perceive them in multiple ways. What she saw could often also have a sound. What she heard could also feel like a texture or a temperature. Music could inspire pictures in her inner vision. A sound could have colour and vice versa. Vision, hearing, tactile impressions, smells and tastes interacted. Other things, like the feeling for time and depth, could also be involved. As a consequence, the world (as she perceived it) was brimming of life like never before. It was fascinating and entertaining. But, it could also be overwhelming. This was also true here in Emea, as the mutation was part of her in Emea as well as in the waking world. Her brain worked the same way.
The other breakthrough was that Yrmellyn had fought (and won) a long and hard mental battle for control over the magic. She had come into power. It wasn’t power over the world around her, but of the magic, she carried inside. No longer was she a passive clay for the magic to toy with shape as it pleased. Yrmellyn herself was the shaper. She knew that she was in charge of her own destiny for good or for bad. Her own decisions and actions decided how the magic affected and shaped her. They could make or break her. Everything she would do with the magic would change her. She was still dealing with the aftermath of that insight. It was complex. The possible ramifications were impossible to survey. What it finally would mean to her at the end of her days was shrouded in mystery.
Yrmellyn was over thirty and had grown up long ago. She knew what she had become so far, a painter and a mage, but she still didn’t know what she would become in the future. Once upon a time she had believed that she would know that when she became older. Time had proven her wrong, so far. Here she was now, up and around in a waking dream. She hadn’t planned this new route her life had taken. It had happened without any conscious effort from her.
Was there another way to live? Was there another way to deal with the unknown future?
The Veil, as it appeared to Yrmellyn right now, looked similar to stained glass. The texture was uneven but it felt smooth as metal when she ran her hand over it. But, unlike metal, stone or glass it was somewhat elastic and leathery. It seemed organic and alive. The nuances of gold and brown, green and blue mirrored the colours of the nature around it. Discrete dots of other colours were almost invisible. It was, all in all, an excellent example of mimicry.
This was what she could see with her eyes. But, as Yrmellyn was an attunement mage there might be more to think of about the Veil. It did NOT mean that she would use magic in Emea, but as her mind was altered it might affect her perceptions. The magic had matured in her at a slow pace for many arcs. But, during the previous hot season last arc and on she had experienced several breakthroughs. It wasn’t that she had been using the magic more. She hadn’t discovered super abilities in herself. No. The breakthroughs had been about other aspects of the magic.
The first breakthrough had been the enriched impressions, the mutation the attunement had brought on her mind. This wasn’t magic, but it was a change, a new mental function. It connected and interlaced her impressions and made her perceive them in multiple ways. What she saw could often also have a sound. What she heard could also feel like a texture or a temperature. Music could inspire pictures in her inner vision. A sound could have colour and vice versa. Vision, hearing, tactile impressions, smells and tastes interacted. Other things, like the feeling for time and depth, could also be involved. As a consequence, the world (as she perceived it) was brimming of life like never before. It was fascinating and entertaining. But, it could also be overwhelming. This was also true here in Emea, as the mutation was part of her in Emea as well as in the waking world. Her brain worked the same way.
The other breakthrough was that Yrmellyn had fought (and won) a long and hard mental battle for control over the magic. She had come into power. It wasn’t power over the world around her, but of the magic, she carried inside. No longer was she a passive clay for the magic to toy with shape as it pleased. Yrmellyn herself was the shaper. She knew that she was in charge of her own destiny for good or for bad. Her own decisions and actions decided how the magic affected and shaped her. They could make or break her. Everything she would do with the magic would change her. She was still dealing with the aftermath of that insight. It was complex. The possible ramifications were impossible to survey. What it finally would mean to her at the end of her days was shrouded in mystery.
Yrmellyn was over thirty and had grown up long ago. She knew what she had become so far, a painter and a mage, but she still didn’t know what she would become in the future. Once upon a time she had believed that she would know that when she became older. Time had proven her wrong, so far. Here she was now, up and around in a waking dream. She hadn’t planned this new route her life had taken. It had happened without any conscious effort from her.
Was there another way to live? Was there another way to deal with the unknown future?
