Welcome to my Mind

My vision cleared before the feeling left my body, but I brought myself to my feet.

Blood covers me with no wounds...Scars gone, save for my stomach...and I'm naked....Great.

My hands roamed over my naked flesh for a time, though the first things noticed were that my tattoo remains, and the waves of hair attempting to cover my breasts with their length is blonde. I felt the rough scar on my abdomen, and similarly upon the left side of my face, though far more uneven here. Even bumps in the texture..moreso i some areas than others, not the entire side.

Well bloody standing here feeling myself up will do no good...

I knew I was at the Temple, yet I felt disoriented still. Has it been that long since I've been here that I've forgotten my way?

I thought to leave. To go directly out and into the city, but instead I remained there. People return so often that it seems a nude figure is payed no mind there. I walked through a long stretch of guards rooms, the guards themselves within them, but I heard nothing from them. If they did watch, I did not sense it.

I climbed the stairs and entered the library. The Librarian was there, of course. When is he not? Though something was strange..he nearly seemed faint, and was caught in the arms of a lanky, slender woman, both taking sight of me just then. The Librarian averted his eyes quickly...Not all are so comfortable around the nude form. I turned to leave, but it only set the woman into quick animation, practically ripping the robe the librarian (was it 'Relik', Sijavi called him?) wore from him and urging me to take it.

I'd not washed somewhere, and insisted it would only be bloodied, but accepted. It shall be washed and returned when I find suitable clothing.

How light my hand feels without the steel upon it...

Sijavi entered as I moved to accept it. His eyes I could feel, even for a while after wrapping myself within the robe, though his attentions then turned to his companion. I merely remained where I stood, focused once more upon the sensation, now a tingling on my skin though my eyes remained on Sijavi. Watching him brought back a flash of images and memories, and they seemed to leave my mouth before I even realized, as if they'd go lost did I not share them.

I told him that I'd sought him, to place a house under his name though it would be mine, and the Protector's. No questions just then...he said he'd consider it, speak with me the following day, and that I should go get cleaned up. But I lingered still.

Perhaps I lacked control of my own body and mind yet after being in the hands of Morhiag, butI don't know why I told him what I did..Why I revealed myself.