by Tolleson » Tue Jan 07, 2014 8:39 am
The art she worked on the crowd, Agnie and Gloria, specifically, Catch would have been victim too, if she could have made it so, but all her intervention would have done is exacerbate his anger. At this though, they both share ignorance, the events bringing her to this moment, are merely secondhand. Blurry, half remembered things, a dim room where she and Glenn and talked, the words wouldn’t come but small things, the grain of the chair back, the light on the flowers in a vase by the window.
There is a small sound, an agreeing mumble from the redheaded girl as the Marshall explains how much easier it would be if he were simply a puppet of Rhaena’s creation. Rhaena was powerful, but powerful enough to create an entire person, from scratch was questionable – probably, she simply worked with the perfectly good materials on hand. It would likely have been easier. People are complex.
“Before? T-that… remarkable.” So, Brown was a part of Ariane while Gahald walked, whole unto himself.
“It… it is a curious t-thing, but …t-though my experience is limited, I can say t-the mind is… each reacts to adversity differently, and… we are quite a bit more clever th-than we think. “ She fought for words, cocking her head slightly to the side as she attempted to find a way to explain her meaning to this particular audience.
“A blade… a blade might… kill a man with slight pressure, but for all… t-t-that we are fragile, it is just as likely that a poorly placed blade might go clean t-through and the wound still heal. We are strong t-t-too… resilient.” Elliot was this and very clever more than most people she knew, as much as it pained her to admit.
“I t-thought, perhaps … Gahald is not Elliot rewritten, but… duplicated, reformed in the manner that suited her, whole and entire to himself, then Brown’s mind, she might have held within her, apart from this new boy.” It was an interesting idea, one that would surely have made her elated to study if not for the problems it presently presented.
As for the second to last of her concerns, of arguing and the inability to return him."It is… it is quite a quandary," a pensive look overcame her and she shook her head, slightly, the motion jarring and little help in keeping the room straight.
"While I should like to know firmly... how and... why. As for solutions," her eyes would fix on Ariane as if she is a stationary point, holding the room from spinning. "I might ...t-t-take him from you," even having done this with some success, she sounded unsure. "Perhaps... if t-there is someone," she thought for a long time then, silently. For the overly cautious a problem might be that transferring a whole person between minds was as dangerous as carrying home a bucket of water from a distant well with the caveat that even a single drop spilled might irreparably ruin a person, make them forget their entire childhood, or how to speak. Of much larger concern was simply, what then.
Even if she took Brown from Ariane, she couldn't simply overwrite the now, fully fledged Gahald. Genny was no Rhaena, not by a long shot, not in any sense of her. She couldn't so easily wipe the mind of some criminal or mind too far-gone and replace it with Brown's - essentially, giving the aspiring thief a new body. Perhaps a mind already empty, one of the children from the crowd, hadn't a townsperson said his son or daughter had gone simple? Wiping might be preferable, mush might leave Elliot Brown with his own body but little to do with it, a vegetable. So, even once the bucket of water had been carried home, somehow, it would need to be poured entirely into a container of a small mouth, of indeterminate size, with cracks weakened by madness or merely Rhaena's mental touch.
But then, what as the alternative? Who else could even make the attempt?
"No, I... I haven't the skill, you... I will find a solution, but t-t-t... t-to risk Brown's ...existence. I cannot," her eyes were still pensive, but also uncertain, afraid. "I will carry him if t-the burden is t-too t-t-taxing... but you are better t-to ask the fae, Zilliah," not that she knew him to have Rhaena's talents, but in his own, he was masterful. Of course, she was not aware that the fae had all but vanished from Myrken. But this was all she had, for now. The expert on the matter was also the cause, and unfortunately inaccessible due to her unfortunate death.