by Narrator » Tue May 25, 2021 6:41 pm
As Sam takes to the sky she can feel the whir of Conduit's gun and it's almost like the whine of it is pulling the flock closer together but she has little time to contemplate that before the bright beam lances through the evening sky again, this time directly aimed at the cloud of birds. It's like standing next to a freight-train, the sheer weight and impact of the beam noticeable even as it misses most of the ravens and for a moment it seems like Sam is in the clear.
But one of the stragglers is caught in the brilliant light and like someone stepped on her metaphorical cloak the entirety of Sam is yanked back. Birds plummet from the sky as Sam's consciousness is ripped into a maelstrom. Fractal shapes and images spin around her - branches of the tree Cailleach had showed her - but it's buckling under the beam of light. No, not buckling... swelling, seeping into cracks around it, extensions of it flailing and Sam can feel it searching for something. Trying to latch on to abstract ideas. Dislodging something in the process and by the time the fractal chaos places it back it's different. Still fluctuating in specific, settling back in and slowly coalescing down from countless thoughts and images into more specific ones. Bits and pieces are simple or familiar enough to recognize. Threes. Threes are important. Animals. Birds? Snakes? Dogs. Dogs are important. The Liminal Function. Boundaries of Death and Dreams. It fits. White red and black. Details fit. It is right.
When Sam comes to it feels like hours could have passed, but it must have been mere moments. The afterglow of the beam that lanced across the crowd, through Sam and into the stage area still lingers in the air above her. She can still sense her pack nearby. She still feels like herself. Samantha. Fledgling Goddess of Death and... Boundaries, Passage from the Underworld. Triad. Hecate.