That's some imagery that is just not going to get interrogated right now. Far too much going on. The walking dyrstaff is drawing closer, unhurried.
:I'd ask but there's not much time. Hold out for a moment,: she says, and starts to build the parts of a spell in Raistlin's flesh and bone. And lungs, very definitely lungs. It takes her longer than the shield had, multiple seconds. This is a spell that she can and does literally cast in her sleep but she's normally working with someone more robust, whose body she knows better, and who doesn't have that there-and-gone trace of oily something making it more complicated. Not to mention bad memories!
In between a flash of frantic drowning with stones tied to her feet the surface far above and the dull despair of the healer says one more will kill me but I think he switches out the herbs and I've missed my monthlies, there's a moment more specific to Need. A conversation with a priestess looking into a bronze mirror, allowing Need to see her face - seamed, and she wears high regalia, but she seems so young, everyone is so young now. What was your name before the Twins gave you 'Need'? And... nothing comes. Nothing comes at all. It's not possible to remember every detail of several hundred years of existence - and she's made herself into something that could last until the End of All Things.
She's made her peace with that, but how horrible it had been in the moment surprises her. No matter, though, she's done well enough that it won't break the boy, even though she's had to resort to scaffolding in places. Need pours her power out as strength.
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:I'd ask but there's not much time. Hold out for a moment,: she says, and starts to build the parts of a spell in Raistlin's flesh and bone. And lungs, very definitely lungs. It takes her longer than the shield had, multiple seconds. This is a spell that she can and does literally cast in her sleep but she's normally working with someone more robust, whose body she knows better, and who doesn't have that there-and-gone trace of oily something making it more complicated. Not to mention bad memories!
In between a flash of frantic drowning with stones tied to her feet the surface far above and the dull despair of the healer says one more will kill me but I think he switches out the herbs and I've missed my monthlies, there's a moment more specific to Need. A conversation with a priestess looking into a bronze mirror, allowing Need to see her face - seamed, and she wears high regalia, but she seems so young, everyone is so young now. What was your name before the Twins gave you 'Need'? And... nothing comes. Nothing comes at all. It's not possible to remember every detail of several hundred years of existence - and she's made herself into something that could last until the End of All Things.
She's made her peace with that, but how horrible it had been in the moment surprises her. No matter, though, she's done well enough that it won't break the boy, even though she's had to resort to scaffolding in places. Need pours her power out as strength.