Giving the 'gift'

[Emmer Brighton]

For Your Consideration
.There's the strangest excitement today,
Pawns: Michael and Emmer
.if you're Awake then you're welcome to hear.
Status: private/active
.I got a gift and it blew me away,
Setting: Michael's classroom
.it's like the rush has gone straight to my brain.
Scene: Emmer gives Michael her most recent journals
.Make the world we know disappear.

Emmer trotted through the vacant hallways, all the students having gone home for the day. She herself had gone home, but only to grab the books that now weighed her arms down. Journals. Books full of her experiences and the things she'd seen in the Reverie. These were the last of them; for now anyway. She hoped they would last Mr. Ellis longer than the others had. He'd pretty much gone through the other fifty or so books in about a month. She doubted the measly ten books in her arms would offer more than a weeks worth of reading, if that.

She finally reached his room, the door shut. Emmer gave a light groan and kicked the bottom of the door with the toe of her boot, hoping he was in the room to get the door for her. She wondered if he was Dreaming himself yet. He'd mentioned nights being more restless last week, when she'd stayed a bit after class to talk with him about the journals he'd recently gone through. Maybe he'd wake up soon.

Her thoughts were interrupted as his student teacher- what was her name? She didn't teach Emmer's class yet- opened the door and let her in with a light smile, exiting herself.

"Hey Mr. Ellis!" Emmer grinned, padding over to his desk. "These
're the last ten. I started a new one las' night since Kou's chimera picked mine up and theyre travelin' together. It shouldn't take long to fill another." She set the journals on the desk in front of him, leaning on the hard wood to the right just a little. "Still havin' trouble sleepin?"

[Michael Ellis]

Michael smiled as Emmer walked through the door, setting a couple of tests aside. "I was hoping you'd stop by today!" He pulled open a drawer, removing a stack of books and setting it on the desk. "Here are the last ones you let me borrow." He started to flip through one of the new journals idly. Michael had spent a great deal of time reading through Emmer's books, especially after class, sitting alone either at the school or at his own apartment. Any time he had a spare moment, really. It had led to him finishing the books rather faster than he had hoped, since he really wanted there to be more and more of them to read.

On top of learning more about the Reverie and Chimera, Michael was also very impressed by Emmer's writing. When given a creative outlet, the girl could certainly express herself better than in a stiff, formal essay. He'd expressed this thought to her several times, and encouraged her to go forward with her writing about more than just the dreams she had.

"Huh? Oh yes! Well, it's gotten a bit better. I keep hearing voices now though." While Michael knew most people would think he was insane, he didn't have a problem confiding in the young girl before him. It may have been foolish, talking to such a young girl as his equal, but they had such a great deal in common and she had been his only really link, or teacher, to the dream that he kept craving with no one to guide him there. She seemed to take a sincere interest in the things he had to tell her as well.

"And I don't just mean when I sleep. Even sometimes during class. If I have a chimera forming, he seems to be very loud and wants to be certain I know he's there." Michael laughed slightly and rubbed his temple. He did seem to have darker circles under his eyes. But it never stopped his cheerful disposition.

[Emmer Brighton]

Emmer smiled and nodded. "They are sometimes. Coatl's really...energetic. She let me know right away that she was rady an' rarin' to go!" she laughed, tucking the hair that had escaped from her braid behind her ear.

"So d' ya know his name yet, or has he told ya?" She tilted her head, eager to hear about his chimera. She often asked others about their chimeras, wanting to know what their experiences were.

"I remember when I first learned Coatl's name, I couldn' say it." She giggled. "It was so weird t' me. Maybe yours'll be easier though."

She began shoving the journals he'd finished into her messenger bag, careful not to bend the books. She hesitated, briefly running her fingers over the other notebook she'd started a few days ago. Mr. Ellis had suggested she write more than just her Reverie journals, so she'd started a sort of novel. The idea had come from Coatl and Senka's journey back to Senka's home land. She wasn't sure about it though, still in it's rough stage. Very rough.

No, it could wait. In it's current state, it was crap. She'd wait until she had more fleshed out characters and more of a plot.

"Anyway, I Woke up not long after the voices started talkin' durin' the day. So it shouldn' be much longer."