Re: A momentary lapse of cohesion
Dlarumei, about four people back from the leading edge, slides out of her bulky robes and slides bare past those in the front of the pack. Her body contorting and moving around each person as a dancer would through a crowed room. Reaching the edge of the light barrier she kneels down next to Churisan and smiles at him briefly. She knows of his discomfort with her and revels in the irony of the situation.
“Noble Lord,” she say with real kindness, “I know that you are not going to like this very much, but I need you to place your hand in the middle of my back, your palm flat against my spine between my shoulder blades. No harm will come to you unless we are all to die, but that is not going to happen here.” She says with a wry smile.
“Please, my noble worshiper of Karakan, it is very important that you not remove your hand until I tell you that it is safe to do so. I apologize, but you are the only one present that can do this with me or I would ask another. I also need you to remove anything that you are wearing, including amulets and religious items, sandals, armor and clothing. All of those items will interfere with the process and probably be destroyed. Not only that, they could cause failure to what I have to do here.”She then closes her eyes and puts her head down and waits for Churisan’s hand to press on her back. Jenge, Shih, Ssrivan and Deshnah all press in hard to see what is happening next.