He stared back calmly without a word, as if accustomed to being threatened in such manner.
“May I have my neck back?”
I began to return to the present. I first took notice of my startlingly ice cold skin and realized my hands still about his neck.
I allayed my grip and turned from him in order to heed the warning of my retching stomach.
“You were sleeping so peacefully I could have sworn you to be in some happy place,” he grinned, incognizant of the matters he was making light of. “You seem just a bit tense though… So I gather that was the ‘Need to See’ one. I do often get them mixed up….What did you see?”
“You seriously didn’t see anything? I was asleep?” I dumbly questioned, still rather disoriented.
“I’m not the person who took one… Much less chose the red one first.”
“I thought you said you had forgotten which was which?”
“No, what I said precisely was that I couldn’t tell you which was which.”
“Nice,” I replied, visibly irritated.
“But your nearly ruining my favorite rug reminds me of an offer I have for you, before we continue on to the next seed.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so.”
“You don’t even know what it is,” he countered. “Don’t you want to live to see what’s next? You’ll need this in order…” he trailed off with a knowing air. he jumped up and again fetched a crimson-filled vial from the disorderly table’s contents and held it out to me.
“There’s no fucking way.” I sat unmoved.
“Very well, I can out-wait your nagging curiosity,” he conceded. He set the vial down on the edge of the tallest candle and sat down. “And where did you pick up such outdated language?” he laughed to himself. He directed his eyes to the remaining seeds in front of me. “Now reconsider; you’ve already got the potentially rough one out of the way. Of which, may I again Inquire as to what you saw ?”
Reminded that he was of no responsibility for the content of my vision, I attempted to quell my aggravation. “I saw dark spirits. I don’t know what else to call them. Four of them- but one was different, coming from the shadows behind you. I’ve known them many times before throughout the ages, but seldom in such a violent manner.” I decided to eschew the details. Similar had happened before, but then there was no rescue but Time. “I also heard and felt a great Wind that scattered them. There were voices, though I could not interpret what they were saying.”
“Hm.” his expression betrayed no surprise. “I can’t tell you what it means, but it will likely serve you to have seen in its exact context. Keep it in your mind for that Time.”
“You don’t know, or you won’t tell me, again?”
“Both. I’ve ever remained an advocate for learning by experience.”
Recognizing that further inquiry had yet to get me anywhere with the man, I rewound the unpleasant event in my head to commit to memory. In my rumination I found myself looking at the clock again- of which remained frozen at 3o’clock. Surmising it was broken, I queried as to the time-mindful of where I would be attempting to sleep.