[ Questions will need to be asked for both of them. He feels the need to resolve what he had intended to do on Caladan. There may never be another chance. The battle may sway too quickly. She could die. He could die. The Harkonnens could kill them all. A worm may destroy them. Anything could happen. ]
I've seen your coyness get you out of situations before. I remember my mother being particularly annoyed by how clever it was. [ He continues to smile, despite the shadow in his eyes. He can only guess at what she means. ] I hope you convinced them they had it long enough to get yourself in charge of a spice horde. I doubt the would of risked it just to kill off a member of House Atreides.
[ As if to answer her question, an older man steps into the room. Paul raises his eyes from her and half turns to the man. Wrapped and in a stillsuit, pulling down his own face mask. He speaks in Chakobsa, gesturing to the woman. Paul respondsnin the same language, and then sends a glance back to Bastila. ]
Stil. She's a sayyadina. She been trained in the Weirding Way.
[ The man referred to as "Stil" suddenly turns his full attention to the woman. He gives a bow of his head in reservation. Then, he gestures for them to follow him out. Instructions are made for them to take what spice they can and then destroy the rest. Make certain the Harkonnens do not gain anything after losing the site. Paul instructs them to aid Bastila onto the worm that is called. Then, they head back to camp along one of the many rocks.
Safer there when carrying precious cargo in worm territory.
The Freman begin to set up camp within their "outpost" of the rocks. Paul and the older Freman share words upon their arrival. Gestures are made to their newest arrival and then the others around them. One Freman in particular, scowling below her mask, watches the exchange keenly. A sharp look is sent to the way of their newest member. Eventually, the older Freman raises his hands. Paul himself turns to look at the other female Freman before making his way back the way they came. The rest of the tribe seems to all look one another before Stilgar motions for them to get back to wait.
Then, Stilgar makes his way to Bastila and clicks his tongue to get her attention. ]
Maud'dib takes time to himself at dusk. Away from the tribe. [ A nod to the way they came and the figure that sits on the rock overlooking the dunes. ] He goes places none can understand nor are we meant to understand. Maybe, ah, a weirding woman might bring him from those places. Especially one he knows.
[ Another click of his tongue and he motions for her to make her way. Then, he turns and shouts other names and gestures to the camp. Dinner is to be made and beds to be placed together inside the cave system of the rocks. They can gather their strength through the day then move the next night.
Paul sits on the rock that Stilgar had gestured to. Arms on his knees, blue-in-blue eyes scanning over the dunes. The gentle breeze moves the sand and also the heavy curls around his face. His breathing is calm and his gaze would imply that he is unaware of his surroundings. If only that was true. Paul is more aware than anyone might think. The spice continues to expand his mind in ways he fears. He sees more and more in his dreams. They are not always clear, but he can guess as to what their meanings are. What may happen.
His head tilts ever so slightly in her direction when she steps up to the rock. Hands twist slightly. Then, he speaks before she is given the chance. ]
Stilgar sent you to come and collect me. [ His eyes drop down. A huff of a laugh leaves him. A breath follows before his attention moves fully towards her. ] The day the Herald of the Change came to Caladan and gave theifdom to my father. I made a decision that I had every intention of seeing through. Until the Bene Gesserit had insisted on interfering. Then, my mother. Then, the Gom Jabbar.
[ Paul turns his attention to her finally. He slides off the rock and stands in front of her. His hands fold behind his back in something that might mimic his father's stance once upon a time. ] I had thought we might see the beaches of Caladan one final time. Walk the sand, touch the water. Address unfinished business before life changed for us.
[ He glances out over the dunes. A pause. He looks down, then, he turns his eyes back to her with a gentle smile. ]
Would you join me for a walk, Basi? The edge where the dunes meet the rocks isn't the same scenery as the beach and the sea... but the sea of dunes has it's own charm.
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I've seen your coyness get you out of situations before. I remember my mother being particularly annoyed by how clever it was. [ He continues to smile, despite the shadow in his eyes. He can only guess at what she means. ] I hope you convinced them they had it long enough to get yourself in charge of a spice horde. I doubt the would of risked it just to kill off a member of House Atreides.
[ As if to answer her question, an older man steps into the room. Paul raises his eyes from her and half turns to the man. Wrapped and in a stillsuit, pulling down his own face mask. He speaks in Chakobsa, gesturing to the woman. Paul respondsnin the same language, and then sends a glance back to Bastila. ]
Stil. She's a sayyadina. She been trained in the Weirding Way.
[ The man referred to as "Stil" suddenly turns his full attention to the woman. He gives a bow of his head in reservation. Then, he gestures for them to follow him out. Instructions are made for them to take what spice they can and then destroy the rest. Make certain the Harkonnens do not gain anything after losing the site. Paul instructs them to aid Bastila onto the worm that is called. Then, they head back to camp along one of the many rocks.
Safer there when carrying precious cargo in worm territory.
The Freman begin to set up camp within their "outpost" of the rocks. Paul and the older Freman share words upon their arrival. Gestures are made to their newest arrival and then the others around them. One Freman in particular, scowling below her mask, watches the exchange keenly. A sharp look is sent to the way of their newest member. Eventually, the older Freman raises his hands. Paul himself turns to look at the other female Freman before making his way back the way they came. The rest of the tribe seems to all look one another before Stilgar motions for them to get back to wait.
Then, Stilgar makes his way to Bastila and clicks his tongue to get her attention. ]
Maud'dib takes time to himself at dusk. Away from the tribe. [ A nod to the way they came and the figure that sits on the rock overlooking the dunes. ] He goes places none can understand nor are we meant to understand. Maybe, ah, a weirding woman might bring him from those places. Especially one he knows.
[ Another click of his tongue and he motions for her to make her way. Then, he turns and shouts other names and gestures to the camp. Dinner is to be made and beds to be placed together inside the cave system of the rocks. They can gather their strength through the day then move the next night.
Paul sits on the rock that Stilgar had gestured to. Arms on his knees, blue-in-blue eyes scanning over the dunes. The gentle breeze moves the sand and also the heavy curls around his face. His breathing is calm and his gaze would imply that he is unaware of his surroundings. If only that was true. Paul is more aware than anyone might think. The spice continues to expand his mind in ways he fears. He sees more and more in his dreams. They are not always clear, but he can guess as to what their meanings are. What may happen.
His head tilts ever so slightly in her direction when she steps up to the rock. Hands twist slightly. Then, he speaks before she is given the chance. ]
Stilgar sent you to come and collect me. [ His eyes drop down. A huff of a laugh leaves him. A breath follows before his attention moves fully towards her. ] The day the Herald of the Change came to Caladan and gave theifdom to my father. I made a decision that I had every intention of seeing through. Until the Bene Gesserit had insisted on interfering. Then, my mother. Then, the Gom Jabbar.
[ Paul turns his attention to her finally. He slides off the rock and stands in front of her. His hands fold behind his back in something that might mimic his father's stance once upon a time. ] I had thought we might see the beaches of Caladan one final time. Walk the sand, touch the water. Address unfinished business before life changed for us.
[ He glances out over the dunes. A pause. He looks down, then, he turns his eyes back to her with a gentle smile. ]
Would you join me for a walk, Basi? The edge where the dunes meet the rocks isn't the same scenery as the beach and the sea... but the sea of dunes has it's own charm.