Grace Darkson
G O R G O N
Sitting before a small metal desk in a quiet hotel room on Ession, Grace stared down at the open book before, two fingers from each hand pressed against her temples, rubbing circles onto them to try and relieve the pain behind her eyes. It had been the better part of an hour now, and she still didn't understand some of what she was reading. Shaking her head, she reached down to grab the amulet, the golden chain it hung on flowing down from her hand as she stared at the amulet. It was some sort of brass, a diamond shape surrounding a simple green stone. The stone wasn't much to look at, just a swirling colorful stone. But the blandness wasn't why she refused to wear it.
She refused to wear it because of the voice she could hear whenever she was in contact with it.
Why are you so insistent about this?
"Because when you're from will give me some idea about what you can do." She sighed, letting the talisman slide from her hands and fall back onto the book. She didn't want him in control,whoever he was. He couldn't form the connection fully unless she put the amulet on, she knew that. The problem was, she didn't have the resources to run it by. She needed supplies, something to help her with this. She needed some way to learn more than the patches she could translate from the book.
Standing slowly, she stretched, feeling the popping of her neck. How long had she been sitting there? Probably too long. She should get some food.
She refused to wear it because of the voice she could hear whenever she was in contact with it.
Why are you so insistent about this?
"Because when you're from will give me some idea about what you can do." She sighed, letting the talisman slide from her hands and fall back onto the book. She didn't want him in control,whoever he was. He couldn't form the connection fully unless she put the amulet on, she knew that. The problem was, she didn't have the resources to run it by. She needed supplies, something to help her with this. She needed some way to learn more than the patches she could translate from the book.
Standing slowly, she stretched, feeling the popping of her neck. How long had she been sitting there? Probably too long. She should get some food.