Mar. 28th, 2011


-- i shall not fear, for fear is the mindkiller.

Ghanima Atreides is taken from the end of Children of Dune. Henceforth, it's right after her twin brother proclaimed himself Emperor of Dune, and post-Farad'n. She's been swept off her familiar landscape one morning, when she went out walking through the sand to take a hold of her thoughts. She's quite restless and worried -- being suddenly in a completely different place doesn't scare her, but it makes her terrible anxious.

"I --. Leto?"

Calling her twin is plain stupid, and she should know better. There's no one to be seen around, and night is falling; for some reason, Ghanima is used to have her twin by her side, to share everything with him - angst included. Finding herself here, amidst a totally different landscape, doesn't frighten her. There's the Litany for it. Not being able to share her emotions, that's what she loathes.

"Could anyone come out and tell me where I am?" she asks louder, hoping that possibly - maybe - there are humans in this place.

Character: Ghanima Atreides
Medium: Book - Children of Dune (Frank Herbert)
Things you should know: Ghanima is prescient, which means that she was born holding all the memories of her maternal ancestors. Therefore, wise is quite a petty word to describe her.

Jun. 30th, 2010


{ open post } : Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.

"Oh!" Vasilissa exclaims, jumping graciously to her feet. She quickly inspects the area and brushes a fold of her dress, in case - you never know - someone is watching. Getting her composure back, she relocates the unfortunate hedgehog she was about to sit on and, finally, manages to sit down.

Tiredness took its toll. She has been rowing upstream for a week now, right from the sea, but she got distracted by a pool of shiny fishes and smashed the little boat against some rocks. From a distance, this place looked like it was inhabited - food, warm bed, a bath and mayhaps aromatic massage...but now it seemed to her there will be no such thing in this poor place.

But Vasilissa is not the type to get discouraged nor upset. So she waits. Surely, something good will come her way; if not, she'll go find it on the morrow.