[COLOR=lightblue][b][u]The Authoress[/u][/b]

  "[b]None taken.[/b]"

  Just like the rest of them? Perhaps Cledwynn was right in the sense that she was unlike regular people. However, she was unlike them as well, with perhaps the exception of the mysterious person who'd made a dramatic entrance.

  "[b]Your observation is correct. I am unable to access most, if not all, of my emotions[/b]," she said.

  The sudden shift from his self-effacing nature to something more outspoken, no matter how slight, was unprecedented. It seemed there was a bright side to being unable to either observe or manipulate the time stream of this dimension. Mundane aspects of everyday interaction became something new, something unexpected. A breath of fresh air from constantly knowing everything that was about to happen.
  
  "[b]You would judge a person's attributes from their name alone?[/b]" The question was not accusatory - rather, she was only thinking aloud. "[b]It's quite possible that my name could define me as what it is, at its most simplest; a female who writes.[/b]"

  She glanced at the bartender who had come over to inquire on Cledwynn's wellbeing. Of all the mysteries that riddled this dimension, he was one of the biggest. All she was able to glean off his mind was his name, John. Everything else was a blank. She could sense no outside forces of any sort barring access. It was almost as if everything else had been wiped clean. To her, he seemed to be nothing more than an average Joe. An easily forgettable one.

  And yet. She couldn't help but surmise that he was the "main character" of this story.

  Hmm.[/COLOR]