I actually slept very fitfully last night. Other than the stolen moment in the coffeehouse, my mind was pestered with questions ill-suited for the time. While I was able to dismiss most of them, there is one that has followed me into daylight.
Before the Boneyard, before being Weaver, even before I took note to start documenting my dreams, I have always ran messages between entities. I joke about “Courier Mode”, but it is a thing. If I know where the receiver is, I will cross heavens and hells to get to them. If the message is verbal, I will memorize it down to the inflection, and when I speak it, it is a nearly perfect reproduction of the original speaker. Once dispatched, I have no other thought than to deliver the message.
It is a mode that is a bitch to override. Something that was well trained into me before I started remembering my dreams.
And I have to wonder, if the reason I can flow between worlds now is because of being a courier. And if that is also part of the reason why I can step into dangerous worlds with a “neutral” or “do not touch” reputation. Because to fuck with a courier is to fuck with the one that sent the courier. And I’ve ran messages for some really nefarious entities before. But with my neutral appearance, you don’t know who I’m running a message for unless you are the recipient, so it’s better to leave me be than risk upsetting some etheric warlord.
It’s just one of those things that I just can’t shake. I still run messages, but not as much as it felt like I did before. Perhaps my time as a Page is done, and I’ve segued into a Knight.