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There was something waiting. Ghanima could feel it, hovering at the edges of her prescience like the air before a coriolis storm. Just beyond the dunes, if she cared to look.

Except that would take all the fun out of it. Infinite surprises, as she and Leto craved, and Ghanima resisted the urge to pick up her Dune Tarot. Instead she channeled that restless energy into dusting off her old syllabus and preparing to get back into an academic classroom. Working with Wade was interesting, but had left her with a craving for something a bit more intellectual.

[OOC: for one, please!]

Date: 2011-05-03 06:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ghanima did not have to wait long, for one of those infinite surprises to come to her. The waveform collapsed, and probabilities resolved themselves into a frightened teenage girl, knocking hesitantly on the door to suite 618.

She did not look as if she were carrying one of those surprises with her, except possibly around the eyes, which had known little sleep of late. And she had the unmistakable air of one who was ill, because she had been feeling quite awful lately.

Alice worried her lower lip between her teeth and realized that she was holding her breath. This could be a grave mistake, coming to Ghanima and confessing what had happened. Paradox, and the timeline disrupted. But she had awakened this morning to the harsh discovery that she had nowhere left to go, and that she was, plainly, too tired to manage this by herself.

And so now, she waited, as her own waveforms spun out into the distance. Maybe, somehow, Ghanima could fix this. Or at least tell her what to do.

Date: 2011-05-03 07:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Alice drew a breath. She tried to remind herself that, no matter what, this couldn't go as badly as her meeting with Charles had.

She was not entirely sure that was true. Charles had been indifferent to her; Ghanima could tell her that she had ruined several lives. One was painful, but the other was devastating.

Although the latter would hardly be Ghanima's fault.

None of this was helping her nerves. Nor could she think of anything that would, for that matter, so she decided, instead, to turn the handle and push the door open and to try to look as composed as possible.

"Lady Ghanima?"

Date: 2011-05-03 08:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Alice nodded, entering the room cautiously. Knowing one way or the other would be a relief, but she dreaded what she might hear.

Her heart gave a twist at the mention of Leto. If she could wish for anything, right now, it would be to lie in his arms, while he stroked her hair and reassured her that everything would be all right.

Wishes were meaningless distractions from what needed to be done. Alice would not indulge herself further.

She sat down, purposefully, willing herself to meet Ghanima's eyes.

"I did," she agreed. "I ... thought it best, under the circumstances."

That was, at least, a start.
Edited Date: 2011-05-03 08:00 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-05-03 08:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Alice put her hands on the table and took an uncertain breath.

"I may have endangered the timeline," she said. "Caused one of those ... paradoxes that I have been trying so very hard to avoid."

Date: 2011-05-03 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Alice was staring sharply at Ghanima.

"How did you ..."

She shook her head. "Did you ... know this would happen?"

Date: 2011-05-03 09:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You mentioned ... that Leto couldn't have children," she said, carefully, picking her way through all of that. "You told me that before, that if I were to choose this path, it would mean no children, and I accepted that. So I thought, in having one, I had destroyed something of the balance. I didn't ..."

The timelines were ... aligned? She didn't quite understand. Eight years?

Now was a good time to take a long sip of her tea and try to arrange her thoughts.

"I'm frightened," she said. It was safe to admit, here, since Lady Ghanima did not seem to be terribly concerned, or appalled, or anything else she had feared. "Matilda came to me, in a dream, and said it wasn't safe. She was right. I don't feel well at all. I thought at first it was because of the Spice, that I had been contaminated somehow through Leto. I suppose no one feels ... exactly well, in this situation, but I'm frightened, nonetheless."

Which was not all that frightened her, to be honest, but they could have that conversation by and by.

Date: 2011-05-04 01:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"There ... there was so much Spice," Alice said, shivering slightly. "He was drowning in it. His mind was drowning. He wasn't himself, not at first. It was early March, and he'd been taken to Jacarutu. Which looked very dark and not at all pleasant, when I opened the doorway back again, but Leto seemed ever so much better for a hot meal and a good night's rest."
Edited Date: 2011-05-04 01:31 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-05-04 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Should I be?" Alice asked, feeling hesitant suddenly. "Perhaps it was only a dream, brought by my fears, but Matilda's too important to be used in that manner. She would have told my subconscious off for trying such a trick. She said I needed to be out of Wonderland, and I knew she was right. It's no place for ... a mind which is still trying to form itself."

After a moment, she dared to ask the rest.

"The Spice is why you and Leto were Pre-Born, wasn't it?"

Date: 2011-05-04 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Alice's hand reached down to brush against her stomach. "So ... she's safe?" she asked. "Or ... 'he,' I suppose, but she feels decidedly 'she' to me. Perhaps only because I learned of her from Matilda. If it's safe ..."

Her mind was going in circles.

"Should I go back to Wonderland?" she asked. "Should I ..."

She couldn't even think. Her shoulders wanted to sag with sheer relief. The baby was safe, and she hadn't introduced paradox; she might be able to see Leto again. All the fears she'd been carrying for the past few weeks were dissolving into phantoms, leaving others -- that she might be a terrible mother, that she wasn't ready for a child, that Leto might not be so delighted as Ghanima believed -- to step forward in their place.

Date: 2011-05-04 02:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Alice took a long sip of her tea, and now, her shoulders were shaking. She hadn't let herself feel the full weight of her situation until now, when it was -- she hoped, she prayed -- very possibly going to be all right.

"I was scared that you would be angry," she admitted, her voice fighting for control. "O-or that everything was ruined, or ... that I might never see him again. I ..."

Her voice trailed off; she wasn't even sure, herself what she had been about to say.

Date: 2011-05-04 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You do not feel I took unfair advantage, do you?" Alice asked, worriedly. "He seemed enough himself, once he'd been cleaned up and fed."

It had simply happened, once they were curled around one another and safe in her bed. It was hardly unusual for them, so she had thought nothing of it.

"So has he ..." She bit her lip. "The Golden Path," she continued. "I don't ... understand it, but has he ... done what was needed?"

Date: 2011-05-05 11:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"He'll live forever?" Alice was staring at Ghanima, now. "He never said ... what it was he was attempting. Why on Earth ..."

She shuddered. "I won't, will I?" she asked, abruptly. "Going with him, I'm not ... going to become immortal?"

Alice didn't want to live forever. If that was odd, so be it.


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