As I’ve said before, a few hundred words here, a few hundred there, and . . .
That’s how this scene is playing out. One bad night of less than three hundred words, and I think I’m going no where fast–and then I realize I’m encroaching on four thousand words for the scene, and suddenly it’s the biggest scene I’ve written since Emma and Kerry were back in Flushing, which I last edited back on 16 August. This is a biggie, and it’s only going to get bigger, because I know I have at least another thousand words in me. And in this novel I have written only two scenes of over four thousand words: Remembering Memory in Chapter Five, which was where Annie and Kerry visited Deanna first day of the new school year and had visions–it is 4,004 words–and Friend’s List in Chapter Two, where Kerry has that discussion with his family, and is the biggest scene at 4,246 words.
So Annie’s gonna talk Deanna’s ear off, it seems. What a yappity girl, right?
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
“It’s one of the meditation rooms.” Deanna shifted slightly on her pillowed. “Originally when everyone was in one building, the numerology people were on the ground floor, and the divination people were on the first. All the rooms were quiet and secluded, set up with subdued lighting to get everyone in the right frame of mind to allow their visions to flow forth.
“When the school began construction of this building, Wanda insisted that their meditation room remain in place on the first floor so they could be used for ‘advanced students’.” Deanna gave a relaxed, comfortable sigh. “Even then she knew we’d have advanced students—”
“She was a seer, so she would—” Annie smiled as she turned her head towards Deanna. “No?”
“Yes, she was. Each of these rooms was meant to represent a particular environment, so you have one that’s a bit tropical, another somewhere in the mountains, the third in the plains—”
“And this one in the desert.”
“Correct. And since we want the proper meditative state . . .” Deanna waved her hands; the points of light dimmed as the walls and ceiling faded away, replaced by the illusion of being outdoors and looking up into the night sky. “We can now have a proper conversation.”
It was more than an illusion, however: Annie became completely immersed within her surroundings, and for a moment forgot they weren’t in the middle of an Iraqi desert but were in a building on the western short of the Atlantic Ocean. “Who uses this room?”
“Advanced students, as Wanda intended. I have a few I bring here to instruct—” She glanced towards Annie. “—and some people I bring here for discussions. Like now.” Deanna folded her hands across her stomach. “What’s on your mind, my dear?”
Even though Deanna was correct about her showing up to talk, Annie suddenly found herself at a loss for words. She’d spent some time during lunch coming up with a conversation in her head, points she wanted to discuss and questions she wanted to ask, but now her mind was blank. There was only one thing to do: start right from the beginning. “I dreamwalked last night.”
It was pretty much a given that Annie wanted to talk about her dreamwalking experience, but it’s a little more than that–
Deanna didn’t question Annie’s stated but rather acknowledged her action. “You did. That’s fantastic. What was it like for you?”
“Strange, as I didn’t know what to expect.” She tapped her fingers against her abdomen. “I saw my dreamspace from the outside.”
“As you should.” The seer chuckled. “Did you dreamwalk anyone in particular?”
Annie gave a short laugh. “Did you need to ask?”
“No. It makes sense, however, as you know Kerry better than anyone else.”
“And he’s right across the tower.” Annie closed her eyes as she slowly drew in a breath. “I saw his dreamspace.”
“Which you would—”
“I also saw our dreamspace.”
Annie emphases gave Deanna a slight pause. “A shared dreamspace?”
“How did it appear in relationship to Kerry’s and yours?”
“It was like our individual dreams spaces, only larger.” She shifted her eyes from one overhead star to another. “It was between and above ours, and they were connected to it with small corridors.”
“Like it’s an extension of your spaces.”
“I believe so, yes.” Annie turned her head slightly towards the seer. “Did you ever find anything on why we can share dreams? On why we’re connected that way?”
Deanna’s pause was much longer than Annie expected, and she was about to ask the question once more when the instructor finally spoke. “I’ve done some investigations with Trevor’s help, but I’ve been unable to find anything.” She hummed something for about five seconds that was just audible. “What you’ve described sounds like dreamwalking, but it’s not, it can’t be. Even with Kerry being a witch without knowing it, neither of you would have the ability to instigate a dreamwalk accidentally.”
“Not at all?” Over the summer Annie had developed the hypothesis that since Kerry was able to not only create a mental block around his memories of her, and affect her recollection of that happening, that perhaps the two of them together had dreamwalked each other without knowing.
“No, not at all. There’s too much that goes into a dreamwalk that it would just happen. Besides, when Kerry and you began sharing dreams, you were nearly half a world apart. How would either of you know of the other being on two separate continents?”
Asking Annie if there was anyone in particular she dreamwalked is a little like asking Helena if she’s ever killed anyone. Of course Annie dreamwalked Kerry! Duh. But Deanna’s hesitation when it comes to answering Annie’s question about what allowed them to share dreams? And the accidental dreamwalk is ruled out, which does leave Annie grasping for an explanation . . .
“True.” Annie wondered about that as well, and it always remained the flaw that tore her idea apart. “But then, what is that allows us to share dreams?”
Deanna’s chuckle came out as a snort. “The simplest answer is, ‘Because you’re different’.”
Annie didn’t find the answer satisfying or amusing. “That’s not an answer, Deanna.”
“No, it’s not.” Again the seer paused long enough to make Annie wonder if she would speak again. “Can I show you something?”
Annie was somewhat surprised by the request. “What do you want to show?”
“Something I’ve never shown to anyone.”
“How can I say no?”
Deanna raised her voice slightly. “Sabrina, please come.”
First off, Annie’s right: Deanna didn’t give her much of an answer. In fact Kerry would probably say she blew Annie off. But this leads into Deanna wanting to show her something . . .
And who’s Sabrina? Maybe a teenage witch? Like the one sitting next to Deanna?
You know, it’s funny you should ask . . .