*the screaming stops with the new presence nearby, though the the ragged breathing is not entirely soundless, coming as it is from the pile of twisted up sheets with the pillow held tightly over what is presumably a head*
*if it weren't for the way that he was a screaming pile of bedding just moments ago, the young face that emerges would look almost composed as he stares boldly but warily*
...why would you break the bed? And why are you... why am I here? How did I get sent to a camp? This isn't a dream, I know when I'm asleep. You know what's going on, don't you?
One question at a time, wali. It would not do anyone good if you crowd your head with answers.
You have been here a while. You have simply regressed to your younger self. As for how you came to camp, you are a counselor here, to do the greatest good. To pass your fortune along.
*nods and... tries to look, with no greater (or lesser) motivation than a child's curiosity and fascination, standing on its tiptoes to get a better glimpse at something they're pretty sure is forbidden*
[ you will see dunes, as far as the eye can see. Leto is smiling and shaking his head, "Not yet, young wali. But soon." and you feel the sensation of being pushed back gently into your mind ]
*blinks rapidly at the shock of being pushed out -- as his face blossoms into the most absolutely ridiculous expression of trying to gape and grin at the same time*
My mind is well-disciplined. Controlled. If you can focus on my mind, my quiet will comfort you, envelope you. There is no noise as long as I am there.
Page 1 of 4