11-30-2007, 02:22 PM
She thought about this. At first it was rather the same as what she had been saying, but then he added something else. Monsters. Had she ever really had dreams of monsters? No, she thought, not really, but in a way, yes. If an elk could be seen as a monster, she'd had many of those dreams. Her grandmother being ripped to shreds before her eyes. The blood, the snow. Melisande decided not to think about it too hard now. The images were too vivid, she was afraid she would not be able to handle them now, in her wakeful state.
"Do you think we are afraid of ourselves?" she asked, curiously. Then she rethought the queston. Maybe she should have asked him if he was afraid of himself, but then, that would probably be something like prying. Melisande had learned that it was dangerous to pry too far into the minds of others. Mostly, if someone wanted you to know something, they would tell you outright, sooner or later.
"Do you think we are afraid of ourselves?" she asked, curiously. Then she rethought the queston. Maybe she should have asked him if he was afraid of himself, but then, that would probably be something like prying. Melisande had learned that it was dangerous to pry too far into the minds of others. Mostly, if someone wanted you to know something, they would tell you outright, sooner or later.