Of course, she was planning on touching the crystal anyway. Even if the earthquake hadn’t pushed her into it. Prax hadn’t been lying about that–Juliana got better, after all. So something good must have come from touching it.
For Juliana.
For Shalise, that seemed to be the catalyst needed for Prax to assert control. If he could have done it earlier, he probably would have done it earlier.
The only real consolation she had was that Prax seemed to be heading towards the exit with all haste. So much haste that Juliana was having difficulty keeping up.
Escape to where, she didn’t know.
His feelings were easy to get an idea of, though he hadn’t felt much aside from barely constrained rage since they had touched the crystal. But Shalise still could not hear his thoughts.
“I wish I could say the same. Your thoughts are broadcasted for all the world to hear.”
His voice came out barely above a whisper. Shalise still jumped. Or she would have; her body was not currently obeying her commands.
“I would if I could. You think I want to be stuck in this worthless mortal meat sack?”
Shalise sulked back in her mind, wishing she could do something to
“I was not trying to take it. You cannot make a decent servant if I have to do everything in your body.”
“I must have overestimated you,” Prax continued on without even acknowledging her. “Disappointing really, given how little I thought of you. Whatever you did to screw up the brand must have been grand indeed.”
“Second shot? Fool. Your brand goes far deeper than a mere etching on your skin. You should have ensured it was correct the first time.”
Prax didn’t respond. Not verbally; his anger was starting to bubble though.
Good. If he was going to lock her away inside her own body, he deserved it.
With a mental sigh, Shalise thought,
“A bond like that etches straight onto your soul.”
“A miscalculation.”
“You should have kept better track of yourself, foolish mortal.”
Shalise tried to bite down on the edge of her lip. It didn’t work, of course. With another sigh, she asked the one question to which she had been dreading the answer.
There was a brief pause. For a moment, she thought Prax was going to bite his lips. Or her lips. Whatever.
“Yes,” he finally said.
Had she been in control of her body, Shalise would have smiled.
That was a relief all on its own. It almost made up for Prax. In fact, if not for him, she would never have known her soul was missing. She and Juliana might have found a way out and only realized too late. Prax had mentioned ‘disparity’ after time passed without her soul and body being one.
And, even better, maybe her etchings
Was that even a thing?
She didn’t know. She didn’t think about such things during everyday ordinary life.
Prax gave an amused snort out of her nose.
Shalise closed her eyes. It didn’t actually close them, but it cut off the sight to her mind. It was very disjointed. She was still getting the information from her surroundings. The endless walls of red-barrier cells and the occasional glance Prax made over her shoulder towards Juliana.
“If she attacks, I will take her head.”
“I would not be so confident regarding her inclinations towards