The Golden Field Pt. 2

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The Golden Field Pt. 2
16th Cylus 720 in the heartland of Yrmellyn’s dreamscape

Yrmellyn lays sleeping in Volta, knocked out by a fever, dreaming lucid dreams. Part 1: After getting information from her Emean companion Bizette, a dragonfly, Yrmellyn searched for The Veil until feeling like she would scream in rage and frustration. Eventually, she found it in a place she labelled The Seventh Impediment. Now she was about to examine the (supposed) veil a little bit ...

The Veil, as it appeared to Yrmellyn right now, looked similar to stained glass. The texture was uneven but it felt smooth as metal when she ran her hand over it. But, unlike metal, stone or glass it was somewhat elastic and leathery. It seemed organic and alive. The nuances of gold and brown, green and blue mirrored the colours of the nature around it. Discrete dots of other colours were almost invisible. It was, all in all, an excellent example of mimicry.

This was what she could see with her eyes. But, as Yrmellyn was an attunement mage there might be more to think of about the Veil. It did NOT mean that she would use magic in Emea, but as her mind was altered it might affect her perceptions. The magic had matured in her at a slow pace for many arcs. But, during the previous hot season last arc and on she had experienced several breakthroughs. It wasn’t that she had been using the magic more. She hadn’t discovered super abilities in herself. No. The breakthroughs had been about other aspects of the magic.

The first breakthrough had been the enriched impressions, the mutation the attunement had brought on her mind. This wasn’t magic, but it was a change, a new mental function. It connected and interlaced her impressions and made her perceive them in multiple ways. What she saw could often also have a sound. What she heard could also feel like a texture or a temperature. Music could inspire pictures in her inner vision. A sound could have colour and vice versa. Vision, hearing, tactile impressions, smells and tastes interacted. Other things, like the feeling for time and depth, could also be involved. As a consequence, the world (as she perceived it) was brimming of life like never before. It was fascinating and entertaining. But, it could also be overwhelming. This was also true here in Emea, as the mutation was part of her in Emea as well as in the waking world. Her brain worked the same way.

The other breakthrough was that Yrmellyn had fought (and won) a long and hard mental battle for control over the magic. She had come into power. It wasn’t power over the world around her, but of the magic, she carried inside. No longer was she a passive clay for the magic to toy with shape as it pleased. Yrmellyn herself was the shaper. She knew that she was in charge of her own destiny for good or for bad. Her own decisions and actions decided how the magic affected and shaped her. They could make or break her. Everything she would do with the magic would change her. She was still dealing with the aftermath of that insight. It was complex. The possible ramifications were impossible to survey. What it finally would mean to her at the end of her days was shrouded in mystery.

Yrmellyn was over thirty and had grown up long ago. She knew what she had become so far, a painter and a mage, but she still didn’t know what she would become in the future. Once upon a time she had believed that she would know that when she became older. Time had proven her wrong, so far. Here she was now, up and around in a waking dream. She hadn’t planned this new route her life had taken. It had happened without any conscious effort from her.

Was there another way to live? Was there another way to deal with the unknown future?
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Walking along the beautiful barrier she came to a place where the golden shimmer grew to what looked like a huge patch of gold leaf. It was an irregular but almost circular field the size “bigger than a human”. At the edges it was transparent and she could still see the texture shining through, but in the middle, I was pure gold. It shone like a lantern against the darker background. Yrmellyn stopped and looked at golden field. It was a limited blotch on the green and brown surface. She speculated that this might be one of the passage points she had been looking for. A so-called “doorway”. That was great if it was true. But, in order to find out if it was so, she must test it. The question was how she could test without getting herself into danger she wouldn’t be able to deal with.

Yrmellyn wasn’t a thoughtless child but a grown-up mage who knew the importance of caution. Only a fool would play with unknown powers. Her mentor in attunement, long time gone, had repeated that so many times that it was impossible to forget it. Once upon a time she had found it annoying. But the older she got and the more insights she gained, the wiser she found his advice. Mariuz Arbin had been many things but he had never been dumb. Nowadays, Yrmellyn suspected that her mentor must have fought and won his own battle for control of the magic once upon a time. He had emphasized control of the magic very often. Back in the times, she hadn’t been able to understand what he meant. Now she supposed that it was an experience that couldn’t be explained in words. Yrmellyn felt that it must be made alone.

But according to Mariuz, there were also those who never understood that they had options. Those became marionettes to the magic inside them, puppets on the strings of unknown powers, blindly moving on like leaves carried away by a stream.

One day each mage would face the crucial moment when they had to claim or relinquish control of their path. Yrmellyn had been there and done that. She had conquered her own magic. To her surprise life had continued as usual afterwards. There had been a lot of commonplace practicalities to deal with. Together with her sev’ryn friend Ha’zel she had gathered wild vegetables in the forest and fished in the lake, cooked and eaten, cleaned their temporary cottage and done the laundry. Her life in the waking world was as before. But, her dreams were new.

The golden field intrigued her but she found it best to not be reckless.

“Bizette?” she whispered holding out her hand, the palm turned upwards.

Her tiny guide in the Emea, appearing as a dragonfly, came flying to her and a humming, buzzing sound filled the Emean air. The dragonfly landed on Yrmellyn’s hand. For a moment she saw it as an insect, the shimmering wings vibrating a bit. Then the dragonfly rippled like a mirror image on the water when you throw a stone in it. A tiny female Emean being with unruly curly hair and huge dark eyes emerged.

“Yes?” it asked.

“I may have found The Veil and one of those ... gates.” Yrmellyn pointed at the golden blotch.

“Congratulations!” It was hard to know if the tiny Emeyan was sincere or sarcastic.

Yrmellyn looked at the being. Its eyes were so big and so dark that it was unsettling. “What do I do now? Any advice?”

“It’s your dream. You are the dreamer. Hence, you do what you decide to do. If it is a gate you may or may not decide to pass through it. You may find out what’s on the other side, or not.”

The advice didn’t feel very useful. Yrmellyn had to ask for more information. “How do I do to pass through it?”

“Each dreamer finds out how to pass their own gates. The way they appear and work is individual. You have to figure it out yourself.” The small female emeyan rippled and turned into a dragonfly again and then it did its usual disappearance act. Once again, Yrmellyn was alone with the puzzling golden phenomenon.

Now, here were only two options. She must either try to enter the potential gate or abstain from doing so. She could walk away from this bizarre “veil” and spend her time on meditation instead. Meditation was always good for a mage. But, that option felt a bit lame. Yrmellyn had put in a lot of effort to find the veil (if this was it). The walks had been long and the trip up and down the small hills had been taxing. All her struggling would come to nothing if she would bail now. It would feel like wasted time. She was also very curious, a side effect of the attunement magic. It was hard for Yrmellyn to not look for information. To leave a mystery unsolved would irk her to no end.

It was hard to appraise the risk. If it really was a gateway and it belonged to her it ought to be easy to enter it and step out on the other side. The question was what she might find if she would arrive in a new dreamscape which was somebody else’s territory. It hadn’t appeared like she could walk into the dreams of distant people, far away. She was under the impression that if she would run into other people, lucid or not, they would be in the vicinity. This meant Volta. The town had a questionable reputation for piracy, illegal trade and unreliable alchemy. It was something to think twice of when you aimed to dreamwalk, wasn’t it?

Then again, it might prove interesting to find out what pirates, shady dealers and innovative alchemist were dreaming about. Besides, she might also find other dreams, for example, those of a kitchen maid in the inn who had fallen asleep while peeling potatoes. Or, it could be about an exiting stranger living in the room next door. Anything was possible! There were so many interesting things that could happen...and if she didn’t go there she would miss out on it. Weighing risk against benefit she felt that benefit was winning.

At this point, she took her decision. She wouldn’t give up at once. She would at least make an attempt to pass through the golden gateway.

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Yrmellyn:

Knowledge:

Skill Knowledge:

Intelligence: Speculating that a deviant area in The Veil may be a gateway
Investigation: Investigating the texture of an object by touching it
Investigation: Continuing to investigate when answers are vague
Investigation: Asking detailed questions to get specific information
Investigation: Investigation by comparing your options
Investigation: Investigating risks and benefits


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Dreamwalking: The Golden Field can be a gateway in The Veil (as you see it)

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Comments: I like the description of the Veil as it appears to Yrmellyn, and I enjoyed reading about her reflecting on her past and thinking about how her magic has affected her – because magic tends to have a huge impact on your life and changes you. I had no idea that she was already over thirty, by the way!

I look forward to reading the next thread and finding out what happens when she attempts to pass through the golden gateway.

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