Wimsah was in a coma before the rising of Resicor, and her mind was wide open when the planet’s consciousness burst out. Her already wild talent grew to absurd proportions and a coma was the only safe place for her.
Benliar, Avatar of Roden, was asked if he would take on responsibility for Wimsah and her open mind. With her power, only the mind of a world could contain it, and he volunteered.
Spot has known that Wimsah needed him since she first landed on his world. He has watched her mental landscape, and she is in definite need of fuzz therapy. He is just the fuzz to oblige.
Wimsah looked at Veera and smiled, waving a tea set into being. “Hello, Veera.”
“Hello, Wimsah. How are you feeling today?”
She shrugged and sat to pour tea on the edge of her charming balcony that looked out over her mindscape. “I am the same. Is that little thing still sitting on me?”
“Yes. He is. We are calling him Spot. Has he given you another name to call him by?”
Wimsah shook her head. “No. I don’t talk to him much. I am not sure why he is even here.”
“He is here because he has chosen you as his person. He is a Yaluthu and their means of procreation is achieving personal evolution through linking to another being. When you are whole and strong, he can change into his adult form. My Yaluthu, Fixit, can show you what he will look like.”
“Do I have a choice in it?” She made teacakes appear. “I know I should be tired of asking that by now, but it is an ingrained reflex.”
“No. Yaluthu do the choosing.” Veera sipped at her psychic tea.
“Ah well. I appreciate your visit but what prompted it?”
Veera set her teacup down deliberately. “I have gotten an offer of a matched mind for you, but it would involve you going to the Nyal Imperium to be partnered with a Guardian on an alien world. Spot can go with you.”
“But, I won’t be dangerous anymore.”
“Correct. His mind is strong enough to match yours and hold the wild power at bay until you can learn to control it.”
“What then? Will I be free then?” It was a question that needed to be asked.
“No. But you will be able to use your mind in the defense of others.”
“I suppose I will have to settle for that.” She glanced over and watched the small figure hopping just in her peripheral vision.
She turned in her chair and beckoned him forward. “Come on, Spot. If I am going to be stuck with you, I want to get to know you.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice; he scampered over to her and hopped up and down until she lifted him up and into her lap. He snuggled against her chest and chirped wildly with his stubby black wings flapping.
“His name is Spot.”
“Of course it is.” Veera laughed. “He must have been broadcasting it.”
He wiggled when Wimsah scratched his head.
They sat together for a few minutes, and then, Veera got to her feet. “Well, I will be returning to myself now. If you have accepted Spot, he will do what he can.”
“What can he do?”
Veera grinned. “That is up to him and up to you. Let him help.”
Veera disappeared and her aura remained for a second before she evaporated.
Wimsah looked down at the pale, intelligent eyes in the sea of black fluff. “What do you want me to do with you?”
She got an image of her cuddling him to her chest and her global landscape slowly drawing inward.
She scowled. “How long would that take?”
He shrugged his little wings and leaned against her, sitting with his stubby feet poking out on her thighs and his toes wiggling happily.
Well, she wasn’t alone in her own mind again, so things were looking up.