Catching another’s memories was never easy for the Scottish Mage, infused as they were with the sender’s regrets, losses, small joys, and resentments both petty and deeply-held; he didn’t like to get too involved in the spiritual, not-to-mention mundane human world.
The memories of this tousle-headed man, mostly devoid of resentment, but infused with a sweetness and kind of love he had only begun to understand in the last decade or so in his current form of existence as The Shadowman, was different enough from those he normally experienced, and it grabbed his attention.
He was interested, so he decided to hold the memories – or to be honest, he was compelled to hold them, like a Greek amphora brimming with rich olive oil, or perhaps the beloved remains of someone’s dead – and follow the labyrinth down to their very base.
The man slumped before him had taken the transition hard, and had not been able to speak aloud all of the words of the spell that would allow him to pass back outside of the Mage’s spell and into his own world. He would need space and time, however that was counted here in this half-life, to recover what remained of his consciousness, before the Scotsman could begin to feed the man’s memories back to him.
He might as well enjoy the wait; he leaned back to sip the nectar of – ah yes, there was the name…Joseph — Joseph’s lifetimes.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
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