What to do when you had nothing to do but wait. A question everyone faced at some point in their life, Gideon would guess, but likely not in their own dreams. Gideon could remember a time when she had silly things like giant animals or friends doing foolish things or you opened the door to your closet and ended up in the mess hall. Normal, random things like that. Since about the time that she turned fifteen, however, her dreams had been different. It wasn't that they didn't act like dreams. She still switched places nonsensically and saw things that just didn't make rational sense, like two headed deer or lush forests on earth. No, what made Gideon's dreams different were that they held weight to them. Every blade of grass had it's own length and color, every smell was as vivid as if Gideon was really there, and Gideon knew it was dream, she had learned in psychology on the ark that people didn't realize their dreams were not real until they woke, but as soon as she opened her eyes in the dirty broken city or the forests or on occasion the Ark itself, Gideon knew with every fiber of her being that this was a dream.
Despite the hundreds of nights spent here in this world she had created, Gideon had never once seen another soul. She had felt watched, sure, but never had she interacted with someone else. Those girls, the dead one and the one who killed her, were new and frightening, surely, but invigorating all the same. Gideon wanted to know more. Where had she seen them before? It was said that the mind couldn't create a face, that everyone you see in your dreams is just someone you passed by once and your mind was calling them up. So who were they and why was Gideon choosing now to finally have them appear in this dream place? Without anyone to guide her Gideon was left with questions but no way of answering them. She had been too frightened, too scared perhaps, to chase down her answers yesterday, but separation had made her bolder and she decided that if the women appeared again she would do more than shout at their retreating back. She hadn't expected to come across them the way she did.
"Oh my God!" Gideon's eyebrows disappeared into her hairline. She scrambled to her feet, trying to get distance between herself and the woman bleeding what looked like oil from her chest. It looked like something out of a horror movie. Was this a nightmare? Some sort of robot-zombie coming to kill her? The ground must have messed her up more than she thought if this was the only way her mind thought to conjure their second meeting. As if the situation alone wasn't enough to worry her, Gideon began seriously questioning her own sanity when she moved towards the demon-oozing woman rather than sprinting out of there.
"Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm here." No voices could whisper in Gideon's ears telling her how to help the commander- or if legends were to believe no voices were whispering to her yet that came with time. The flame had recognized Gideon as it's host's match, but there was a big difference between conjuring things in the girls' dreamworld and being able to touch Gideon's mind through Oralia's. After all, the pair didn't even know each other's name yet. They needed to meet, to touch, to smile, to share first words. Their connection would come gradually, which meant that Gideon was unfortunately on her own for the time being. She dropped heavily to her knees beside Oralia, hands flitting nervously around the grounder woman, wanting to be close but not knowing how to help. "Float me, what do I do, what do I do?" She muttered, finally taking initiative and turning the blonde woman over so she at least wasn't face down on the floor.
"What the hell happened?" It was hard to find the spot where the black of the woman's clothing was more than just fabric, but once she did, Gideon placed both of her hands there and pressed down against the wound. The black oil seemed to slow it's flow but only slightly. "Float me." The woman pulled back and clawed off her jacket, placing it over the blonde woman's chest and pressing down again, letting the fabric block as much as she could. Gideon was still only wearing the threadbare plum tank top that the Ark had provided her in solitary underneath it, and her collarbones were showing too much to be entirely healthy. The Ice Nation wasn't trying to keep Skaikru alive for long, after all, from what Gideon understood they only needed enough sky people to act as leverage against this Heda person and teach them about things like basic electricity and plumbing. "Hey, hey, grounder lady, stay awake, or whatever counts as awake in a dream!" This was levels of weird on weird. Why was she even worried? This was a dream, this lady wasn't real, so why was her heart racing in her chest? "How are you alive right now- that's where your heart should be!" Gideon realized staring down at her with a combination of concern and astonishment. She had been stabbed in the heart, bled ink or oil or whatever was staining her fingers, and yet had still managed to make it to Gideon before falling over. Why couldn't she had normal dreams? Just one night where she thought of deer running through the Ark or a birthday party where everyone could fly or something. Was that too much to ask?