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DON'T DREAM YET
She felt something strange when Nyxeris touched her mind. Before, it had been a terrifying ordeal when mind contact was formed, her past masters used it as an exercise to test her mental power, to try and break her with their malice; often times they did. It was like taking a hammer to a stone, smashing it until it was left with hardly any semblance of itself, and blaming it for being struck in the first place. This however, it was different. She felt as if she was being lead into warm water, a gentle hand holding her firm, not forcing her, no, guiding her, nurturing her. It was...unussual, but a great comfort. She felt her sense of calm deepen, being taken under whatever spell Nyxeris weaved, her mind becoming a mere echo to whatever her master wished to impress upon her.
She was told to listen, and listen she would. It was a strange thing, to feel as if electricity was humming within your being, her soul felt as if it was part circuitry now, and she...felt okay with that. Concepts, understanding, feelings, things she hadn't even thought possible began to click into place in her head, she felt as if she was having her world flipped upside down. Not violently, but slowly, almost as if someone was trying to rearrange the chaos she had felt for so long into a complete picture. Something that didn't terrify her.
The sound of electronics bubbled up, welling from within her, a slow low buzzing that rose decibel by decibel. It was growing, and at Nyxeris' warning, Lilanna knew a decisive moment was arriving. But she couldn't panic, she shouldn't panic. That would ruin it all, conflict with the nature of the force at work. So she clung to that sensation, the water, the hand that guided her down this river of knowledge, and forced herself to calm.
The two did meet as Nyxeris said, and when they did, Lilanna tugged at the force, unsure as to what it would bring about. It scared her half to death. For a moment, she felt as if her body was whole, the missing sensation on her face returned, she felt as if she could breath with the tug of her respirator, she could see out her right eye without the blackened lenses of her face plate; then in a flash, it was gone. She was left puzzled, coming out of the trace, feeling her face as if she was trying to find it. She looked to Nyxeris, her one eye welling with moisture, wondering if what she had felt was real.
Had she found that what she longed for? That which would make her whole once again?
She waited with baited breath for Nyxeris to tell her so.