Reflection Solo The Skull Pin of your Amityville Student status, shining a steady white[x]It was a subtle and sudden appearance. A strange little thing attached itself to one of Ganximei's wisps that wrapped loosely around her waist. It glowed a steady white, dimming only slightly to reveal its skull shape. Was this a blessing from the Goddesses? Had she done well enough to receive this simple favor?
The skull pin filled her with joy. It brought to the surface that feeling of searching for something once more. Was it this? No. Even when she looked at it that need to find what she was searching for was not fulfilled by this small trinket. But it did give her a sense that a piece of herself had returned.
And then she began to ponder what else she might have appear on her randomly later on. What if she sprouted an arm from her forehead?! Holy crap. Now the thought scared her. She didn't want a forehead arm. Not at all. But that was silly. Yes, very silly. Ganximei was pretty sure she wouldn't sprout a forehead arm. Maybe an extra toe? That wouldn't be too bad.
She stared at the skull pin for a very long time. Thinking deep and hard, trying to summon up any memory she might have of it. What significance it had to her. But to no avail she just couldn't drum anything up. It was frustrating on one hand but on the other why had she forgotten so much? Did she even have anything to remember or worth remembering before all this? Before she was a mere shadow that lurked among other shadows. Their hearts in sync before they were thrust upon different paths.
Ganximei would ponder this. And ponder it hard. She was curious and all these questions that she could not answer herself were beginning to nag at her. Pick at the hems of her being.
Something something something. What was it? Searching.
The others were searching as well. But were they all searching for the same thing? It seemed possible. But as different as their hearts were Ganximei had a feeling that what they each were searching for was completely different than the other. At least, it was an understanding that she was starting to piece together. And then she wondered if the others had received such trinkets as these. Perhaps theirs were different. Or perhaps the same. She would have to ask next time they talked.
