<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2a/c0/94/2ac09413575b79799962d544b6d9d83d.jpg)</div><strong>Dramatis Personae:</strong>Geist<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>N/A<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>2nd Eadae of the Month of Forge, late evening</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em></em>Dream Sequence<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Bridgette |<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/>Up until this point, the creature did not have teeth, because it did not know of them, nor their purpose. But having watched the human eat it--and getting that first glimpse of teeth--it changed its form, which is perhaps the most consistent thing about Geist. It's form is entirely controllable; it is whatever it decides to be in that moment.<br/><br/>And so, human teeth in the creature's mouth chomp up the apple, and the sweetness fills them with a new feeling.<em>Sweet!</em>Oooh, what a delightful concept. All it's eyes turn onto the mortal, silently imploring: 'more'. Smilingly, the red-haired woman keeps slicing up the apple, and feeding the Nightmare by hand.<br/><br/>The dream starts to turn fuzzy around this point, however. Scenes lose their coherency, and begin to blend together. The nightmare and the woman, who in time becomes known as the First Tamer (a laughable notion, but one that Geist does not correct), spend a life time together, exploring a world full of all manner of strange creatures and sights.<br/><br/>They fight sabre-toothed mountain lions; have days-long conversations with living mountains; soar through the skies and visit the kingdom of the bird-folk, who shape ice like metal; the time when Geist, wanting to not be the only one of its kind in existence, found a pack of wild horses, and elevated them to their level; and so many other adventures. An entire life time's worth, flashing through Bridgette's mind in the time it takes to snap one's fingers.<br/><br/>And then, she's suddenly back into the void, filled with clouds of concepts. Except it's<em>different</em>now--Bridgette is unmoored from Geist. She is no longer experiencing a recollection of memories; her mind is trapped in this infinite expanse, unable to find it's way back to her body; unable to wake up.<br/><br/>Moving in this environment is not as easy for the young Wicce as it was for the Geist, for she is not a native of this plane of existence. She is a creature capable of thought; not one composed entirely of such. Moving about, then, feels a lot like swimming through molasses.<br/><br/>Thankfully, there are other things that are odd, but potentially helpful (or harmful) to her here. In the distance, she can see a platform of white marble with gold accents forming in the void. Will she find safety there? Impossible to know without exploring. Secondly, if she calms down to really focus on herself, she will notice that a silver string is coming out of her forehead. It's impossible to see where it goes, but it doesn't feel like a bad thing.