At their first meeting he had avoided her. It had been somewhat dis-associative, and only guidance from her totem helped her understand.
Even at best, if he did not reach out, the transgender might choose against connection. Then, sensing her presence, he could make connection virtually impossible. He knew the magic of dreaming, and Moonflower did not. He could choose others. Or, until whatever caused his distance had revealed a purpose.
No, she must go slowly. As Water Snake had pointed out, she must be prepared for challenges in working with a two-spirit being. “Nothing is like we see it…” First, she thought she must locate the magical being and see who his Seer was. Then who knows, she thought to herself. Something would be revealed that would give her the next step. She would proceed as opportunity allowed, waiting until the opportunity presented itself.
This was much like stalking the power of the dream, it occurred to her. Not in the great calling rituals, where advanced VisionKeepers engaged in awakening Dreamers. But more like in the first year of training, when their assignment was to connect to others individually within their own level of acolytes and remember upon waking. It might be necessary to hover close to another for long periods of dreaming, maybe right after night, to focus with the intention of connection. Only in this way could the Dreamer manage to tap the right moment in the right dream for one all-important single recognition that would provide relationship. It might not be on the night expected, but without insight of the magical being’s abilities there would be no change at all. So, she was stalking… to know… to learn… to contact.
The moon had hardly begun to climb when there was a ripple of motion in the fabric of the dream opposite Moonflower’s position. Quickly she focused her attention on that space. It was about three-fourths of the way in clarity, and a level of the dream away from where she was adept. The two-spirit had emerged from the in-between, and now paused, partially protected from her view by a shimmer distortion in the veil. It was apparent that his purpose was to search for any possible disturbance.
Moonflower quieted her presence while the two-spirit gazed for what seemed a very long time. A ripple of impatience crawled along her foot, over the top and up her bare leg for a little distance. The tickling sensation trying to get her to act was almost unbearable. No sooner had she calmed this childlike desire to run forward than a tickle stimulated her nose, causing an inquisitive wonderment to cross her mind. At this point she managed to assume a thought that calmed the temptation, to reach out.
Finally, the two-spirit seemed reassured and moved. While he had been motionless, he had been virtually transparent. His hair, shoulders and regalia he wore seemed to blend with the darkness of the dream to form a Oneness. For a few moments, Moonflower even thought he had retreated to the other dimension. Then he moved, and she watched him stop, slanting downward to the level she had just completed.
Once he paused and studied the darkness again for a long time. He seemed to look directly at her, and she thought that she had been seen. Then his eyes swept on, and she relaxed. He paused once again for a little while, and she could not see what he was doing. She thought that it may be at the Edge of reality where time stood still, but she could not be certain. The different levels made it difficult to assume.
He made his way down in the dream and stopped again for one more long, deliberate look. He carried a stone and some herbs, and Moonflower was well aware of the rattle that rested in his basket.
Now he laid aside the basket, threw the herbs forward, and stepped inside an energy depression.
Moonflower had been hypnotized by his actions on their previous encounter. She had been closer then, hovering in service, but now, event at a greater distance, the viewing of his tasks was a more powerful insight. It should to have been, really. That he would enter the dream to facilitate healing was as natural as dreaming itself, and should have been no surprise.
The two-spirit waded into the energy flow. He plunged forward into the portal. He was gone and then returned, power. He was confident moving between the dimensions. Moonflower realized even more surely that she wanted to know this two-spirit. She wondered if the two-spirit knew she was there. Certainly, he seemed unconcerned if he did, completely engaged in his task.
Finally, he came back, light streaming from his hands, and entwining his long hair. Once more, the magical being that she had experienced, glowed. His every motion bespoke his Snake Star lineage, and he seemed to melt into snake form as she had this thought.
He picked up his basked that he had left behind, and walked away. He grasped at light, still shining, to set it free, signing as it released. Then he looked over his shoulder with a smile that said it all. For a moment, Moonflower knew that he was moving in her direction.
From every appearance, he was headed straight for her. He looked deep into her eyes, and Moonflower awoke.
That was Tzegojuñi showing her things. Dashi’heka.