12.3: Playing Psychoanalyst

Solana took a deep breath, like she was going to recite a monologue without taking a breath, “The first theory is that you have an aptitude for being your own GPS, which I doubt. You have the attention span of a kindergartener when you go somewhere new. I remember that sparkle in your eyes when you scanned the dining hall, and how they widened as you walked through the halls to your room.”

Dazed by her explanation, I pinched myself to focus again.

She continued, “Keith also thought the same thing when I told him you were headed to Timorba from Old Tenebris. Of all the cities you could have started your search, you chose the one that required the least effort to navigate to.”

To be honest, I never thought about how difficult it would be to direct myself to another city. “I won’t deny that you’re an amazing psychoanalyst, but...I can’t really explain what drew me towards Timorba.”

Solana’s eyes lit up at my response, “Really? Keith suspected you would say that too.”

“He did?” Wow, mental enhancing sounded really helpful right about now.

Solana ignored me and continued her train of thought, “Which leads me to my—actually, his—second theory: that you were subconsciously attracted to the castle via Essence.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You said you had no idea what drove you to Timorba, but Keith believed it was the castle, or more accurately, the people in it. You just assumed Timorba was the place to go because the castle doesn’t show up on any map. At some point, had you not stumbled upon me, you would have felt an inclination to turn off of the road, towards the castle. Or at least, that’s what Keith concluded.”

“So how does that translate to me finding the mess hall so quickly?”

“Come on, do the math,” Solana crossed her arms violently. She was angry by my lacking intelligence.

Nonetheless, I thought about it for a little bit, and it hit me, “I was drawn to the Essence of everyone in the dining hall, or at least, you two.”

“B-I-N-G-O,” she pointed both her fingers at me, tapping them with each breath of a letter.

“Ok, then what about your little wake-up call? Also, how the hell did you get into my room?”

Solana laughed, “After the Master assigned me as your mentor, I asked him for a key to your room, just so I can wake you up everyday.” She extended a grin from cheek to cheek.

“Uncalled for. But what did waking me up have to do with my training?”

“Come on, Elijah. You don’t find it a little bit weird. Oh, I get it! You forget things easily.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t you realize your eyes were closed while I was threatening you with my Essence? Didn’t you wonder how you knew I was charging up to sock you in the stomach?”  

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