Sterling Estate (discontinued for reconstruction)

Chapter 10: Lurking danger

Rae has been a little uneasy ever since Evealyn's mental breakdown 3 nights ago. Especially with the fact that she waltzed into the dinning room the next morning. Other than the fact that her face looked a bit heavier, looking like she'd just recovered from a bad cold. Honestly would have believed if that night was all some distorted dream. Another thing was that anytime Evealyn wasn't holding Misty she catches a hint of agitation from her. It just gave Rae that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that something was not adding up to her saying she's fine now.

Finding it hard to look in her eyes without the faint image of what she saw that night flashing in front of her face. Frame by frame, flash after flash a negative in a line of positives on a film. Although she saw it for a quarter of a second, it was enough to be burned into her mind. Giving her the anxious feeling of getting lost somewhere dense, the surroundings were intangible yet also tangible. As if it were to overstimulate her to becoming disoriented.

Encountering that same feeling again it felt like she was falling into a trance laid out by it. Evealyn had gone silent staring at her plate the morning after Rae had asked her something regarding her ability. Rae had felt a bit guilty whereas Dylan was trying to steal a hashbrown off of her plate. Stabbing her fork next to his hand the vibrations made Evealyn look up. Rae saw it gray– a fog— not the lush green forest surrounding a circle patch of brown dried leaves and dirt. It was so dense, feeling if you touch it, then you'd feel cotton; but it would widdle through your fingers like smoke.

She looked over to Dylan nudging him to look at what she was seeing, but once they both turned to look at her it was gone. A flash of lightning during a dark storm here one minute gone the next. Just thinking about it made her frustrated, "it was there, I know I saw it." Thinking to herself only having more questions than answers, wondering what it was? Not sure if it had anything to do with her abilities or not. Not sure if it might be linked to her emotional state, or if it's all one big coincidence.

Finding herself again behind one of the shelves in the same plant filled room, this time turning page after page looking for answers. Aware of the fact that she might not find much as pertaining to Cheverian's in there. Seeing as they are very secretive with their abilities, with the tricks and trades that come with it. Believing that it must be in a place where even her and Dylan might be restricted from finding out about. It would be futile for her to even ask Miss Joce about it as information is only passed down through family.

Rae also has a hunch seeing how livid Evealyn was upon hearing about it for the first time might not be much help either. Deciding it would be best to stick with the limited resources she has. "I guess this is better than nothing at all."

Evealyn is also in a bit of a dilemma with wanting to know more and about how her ability works. Not getting very far with her grandmother telling her about the different mixtures of elixirs and what they are for. When she tries bringing it up to her that she would like to be taught about using the ability. She's met with the response of 'You need to build more mental resistance in order for us to touch on that topic.'

Unsure what frustrates her more, the fact that so far she's only learned the use of 29 elixirs, or that her grandmother thinks she needs more mental fortitude that she'd probably built up over time. Hearing her tell her that 'if you encounter volatile spirits with an unprepared mind it can become a detriment to you.' Not sure what detriment that could be seeing as she'd faced some of the most grotesque looking figures. Also having been sent to the psychiatric ward unwillingly multiple times because of them.

Not once has she experienced being in any physical danger, other than a preview heartache each time they appear. They would often stare at her, some standing still,while others would have sly looks on their faces. That is what's left of it, other than that no harm had come to her. Also having been under much rigorous psych evaluations, toying– probing— prodding her mind; she'd say there's nothing at this point that could attack her mental facility.