That would be amazing.
That is also very unlikely to ever happen.
Things just don’t work like that. I actually think that I would be really suspicious if someone did just give us the answer without us having to jump through hoops, since it has never happened before.
“Oh, since we’re just wandering in a somewhat aimless manner, I wanted to tell you guys that I really don’t think that the woman who spoke to me in my vision was warning me about the water. I think she was telling me something about the water, but because of the circumstances and the fact that I was struggling to hear, plus my life and the fact that everything is usually a threat, that’s what I assumed that it was, when in actuality, it was just that she was shouting so that I could hear her,” Neith rambles.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Griff
Doc gives her a raised eyebrow look, “Are you saying that so we don’t worry so much, or because you genuinely thing think that it is true?”
Neith sticks her tongue out at him, “The latter. I don’t feel this foreboding feeling that usually accompanies these sorts of things, and I would definitely feel that if my life were in danger.”
Neith carries on talking it through with the others, but my focus is elsewhere.
She did it again.
Whenever Neith talks about her life being in danger, shadows cross her features, and knowledge darkens her eyes, and then it’s almost immediately chased away by a fleeting guilty look.
It’s obvious to me that she isn’t telling us something. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest. She doesn’t have to tell us every little thing, just like she doesn’t expect us to tell her every little thing about us.
Having said that, this one makes me extremely curious.
It could just be that she’s remembering when she got blown up, died, and then came back, and what happened in the temple with Raiden, when we nearly lost them both.
I mean, all of that is enough to put shadows in someone’s eyes, but for some reason, I think that it’s more than that.
Which, quite honestly, scares me a little and makes me feel uneasy, I mean, that was not a small thing that happened, and her reaction being because of something more than that is scary to think about.
Maybe it’s my visions giving me hints without the actual vision, or maybe it’s just a feeling, but it’s definitely something, and I’m not wrong. The thing is, Neith has proven herself to be a bit skittish if asked about certain things, and I really don’t want to push her at all, so I’m not going to ask. Despite how curious and admittedly worried I am about her reaction.
I’m going to wait and see.
Hopefully, she will tell us eventually, and I’ll have an answer, but if she doesn’t, then I’m going to be good with that too.
“Are we any closer?” Coen asks, as he looks around at the still barren landscape.
I shake my head and let out an annoyed huff, “I have no fucking idea. It’s fucking ridiculous. We have been walking for a good few hours now, and for all I know, we could be going in completely the wrong direction. The vision could be wrong.”
“Your visions are never wrong,” Doc says.
“Well, Michael did say that we should head this way and that when we were close, we would then get some sort of magical wham bam thank you, ma’am, from magic and know where the cave is,” Neithsays, not seeming as annoyed by the situation that we find ourselves in as the rest of us.
“I love the way that you phrase shit, Nene,” Van says with a smile and a chuckle.
Neith curtseys while walking, which means that she almost ends up on her ass, and says, “Why, thank you, kind sir.” She looks back at me, “My point is that we’re running out of land, we are literally heading toward the cliffs, so if it’s going to happen, then it’s going to happen soon.”
“She’s got a point,” Reed agrees.
“I know you said that you’re pretty sure that the woman in the vision wasn’t warning you about water, but for my own peace of mind, please don’t go near the edge of the cliff,” Ransom pleads with Neith.
She moves over to his side and stands on her tiptoes as he lowers his head to kiss her.
“I won’t. I have no desire to go so close to the edge,” Neith reassures him, and I think we all take a breath of relief.
I don’t think I have ever worried about someone the way that I worry about Neith. Having said that, though, I have never been in love with someone before, so I’m sure that makes a difference.
