[Bren stepped inside the open doors and immediately his breath caught. The room was immense, filled with more books than he'd ever had hope of seeing in his lifetime, and oh he had hoped for books and books, as voracious in his pursuit of knowledge as his previous incarnation.]
This is amazing... I've never--
[No, no that was wrong. Memories of the dream the night before surged up and Bren stumbled at the sudden stab of pain in his head, gripping at the rail as well before fighting past the pain and looking around.
His voice was a hushed whisper, half to himself as realization and confusion joined together to nearly bowl him over,] No, no that's wrong. I've been here before.
[With that he all at once moved from Essek's side, walking with a singular direction and purpose, to a particular row, a particular shelf, a very particular book. His hands were shaking as he pulled it from its place, still trembling as he flipped it open, eyes scanning the page and lips repeating the same words another version of himself had spoken in a dream the night before, in answer to a question asked in a familiar voice, What are you reading, Ussta'Chathiu?]
A treatise on the alchemy of souls, on how they may be connected even across the boundaries of lifetimes.
[This was several shades of impossible, and Bren looked several shades paler than usual. Caleb, still very much trapped within him, however, was feeling quite pleased with himself.]
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Date: 2023-03-22 12:43 am (UTC)This is amazing... I've never--
[No, no that was wrong. Memories of the dream the night before surged up and Bren stumbled at the sudden stab of pain in his head, gripping at the rail as well before fighting past the pain and looking around.
His voice was a hushed whisper, half to himself as realization and confusion joined together to nearly bowl him over,] No, no that's wrong. I've been here before.
[With that he all at once moved from Essek's side, walking with a singular direction and purpose, to a particular row, a particular shelf, a very particular book. His hands were shaking as he pulled it from its place, still trembling as he flipped it open, eyes scanning the page and lips repeating the same words another version of himself had spoken in a dream the night before, in answer to a question asked in a familiar voice, What are you reading, Ussta'Chathiu?]
A treatise on the alchemy of souls, on how they may be connected even across the boundaries of lifetimes.
[This was several shades of impossible, and Bren looked several shades paler than usual. Caleb, still very much trapped within him, however, was feeling quite pleased with himself.]