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estdeus_innobis2012-02-14 06:50 pm
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the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes...
Morning of 21st June
It's still raining, though not as heavily as earlier, but I couldn't wait any longer to come out here and see what has happened. I was wakened in the early hours of Sunday by a strange feeling of pressure and brilliant light, but my cell was completely dark. I walked through the abbey, and all was still and shadowed. Anyone else would say I had just had a dream - but I know there is no just to dreams.
In the afternoon, one of the novices came back from gathering in the woods to say that there was the strangest sight: a charred circle, as if lightning had struck and destroyed a neat section of the forest. Something about this oddity set my teeth on edge, and I was resolved to see it; but I had duties at the abbey in the evening, and I would not shirk them.
Today I woke to a downpour, but I have borrowed a raincoat from Sister Dove - she is slighter than me, and so it is a little tight, but it will do - and wrapped up my hair with a scarf to help shield it from the rain, since carrying an umbrella into the woods seems foolish - and I start walking the couple of miles to where Novice Diana said she saw the circle.
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It's still raining, though not as heavily as earlier, but I couldn't wait any longer to come out here and see what has happened. I was wakened in the early hours of Sunday by a strange feeling of pressure and brilliant light, but my cell was completely dark. I walked through the abbey, and all was still and shadowed. Anyone else would say I had just had a dream - but I know there is no just to dreams.
In the afternoon, one of the novices came back from gathering in the woods to say that there was the strangest sight: a charred circle, as if lightning had struck and destroyed a neat section of the forest. Something about this oddity set my teeth on edge, and I was resolved to see it; but I had duties at the abbey in the evening, and I would not shirk them.
Today I woke to a downpour, but I have borrowed a raincoat from Sister Dove - she is slighter than me, and so it is a little tight, but it will do - and wrapped up my hair with a scarf to help shield it from the rain, since carrying an umbrella into the woods seems foolish - and I start walking the couple of miles to where Novice Diana said she saw the circle.
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She's at least the third person since my arrival to openly express surprise that I didn't seek shelter at the abbey. I sometimes wonder if such places are less retreats devoted to lofty pursuits than colonies of a certain sort of leper. It's not just that those like my own order shut out the outside: in another sense, it's as though the world is happier to have walled them away. "I spent a lot of my young life cloistered, but I've spent many years traveling, and to be honest, I'm in no hurry to be put walls between myself and the world again. I do intend to pay my proper respects one day soon."
She introduces herself as Noma, and the other, gruffer woman gives her name as Syl. "Noma. Syl." I taste the names as I say them, committing them to memory. "Good to meet you both."
They ask after the skills I mentioned, and I brush wet hair back from my face. "I certainly didn't want that to come across as arrogant. Meant only that perhaps I can be of service." A thin finger of cold water makes its way down my neck. "I've a scientific education, knowledge of woodscraft, and a number of experiences that could prove salient."
We are joined by another person, and I bow my head politely in greeting. "Does anyone know if there were actual witnesses to the event?"
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