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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Eeralai" data-source="post: 2687606" data-attributes="member: 15008">Gwen gets StonedI don't think Gwen is introspective enough yet that she would do this next bit justice in her journal.  So I am switching breifly to third person POV.  I'll probably wrap it up with what her journal entry probably was.Gwen slammed her inn room door closed and flopped down on the bed.  Her head throbbed and her emotions twisted inside her.  She had spent the day hammering and yammering with her group as well as some locals while they put the farms back together.  She thought she had sparkled with enthusiasm and charm, but the local boys seemed to run from her while her group ignored her as usual.  Sometimes she felt like she was spending her life speaking a language completely different from the rest of the world.  She looked at herself in her small mirror and decided she must not be as pretty after all.  No boys had shyly handed her tools as they had Chani.  In fact every time she had looked at a boy, he had turned away rapidly as if she had some disease he might catch from her glance.  “What do they think I am, a naga?” she asked herself.She rubbed her hands on her forehead, but the headache continued.  She tried to sleep, but a tingling sensation spread throughout her body and wouldn’t let her relax.  She started to pace, hoping to shake off the tingles, but they intensified instead.  Feeling like she must escape her body or go crazy with the sensation, she began tossing her possessions out of her backpack to get to her journal.  Writing was always calming to her.  Before she reached the journal, however, her hand closed over the red jewel she had found in the naga lair.Shaking like a leaf caught in the wind before it is blown off of its limb, she pulled the stone out to look at it.  “Perhaps I can send part of myself into here.  But what a strange thought.  Can one crystallize part of ones personality in a jewel?  That was the dream, though.  I’ve always thought the jewel was attacking me, but it wasn’t.  I was putting myself into the jewel.”  She stared at the stone and slowly a purple light surrounded it.  Then another purple light shot from her mind into the jewel.  Gwen saw a flash of brilliance before crumpling to the ground.A canoe rocked Gwen gently along a stream, but to her, it felt like the waves were heaving her from side to side.  Her head hurt like it had been used as a mallet for the gong in the naga lair.  “Can’t I even have a painless dream?” she thought to herself.  “Fix it,” said a voice that sounded much like her own.“Fix what?”“Your head, of course.”“But I’m not a cleric.  I can’t heal people.”“You can heal yourself.  You can do anything.”“I can?”  Silence answered her.  “If I could just make the canoe quit tossing me around, maybe I could find a way to stop the pain.  She pushed against the canoe, but the harder she pushed, the worse the pain became.  Finally, she relaxed into the canoe and let it move how it wanted.  The pain slowly subsided, and she fell into a dreamless sleep for the rest of the day and night.</blockquote>

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