[Potential 3. Hopeless. Insecure. Afraid.]

There's a challenge. Anathet doesn't think she [i]should[/i] be the anchor. Maybe in another time, in which she had freedom and focus, she would help this person center herself, strengthen herself, and ultimately free herself. Her soft heart wants so much to help and she yearns to do this kind of good for someone. But the demands of being Set are...harrowing. If she makes herself an anchor, at least alone, then she is offering this girl, already troubled, a very difficult ride, one full of trauma and hardship. 

Better to give her a name, a stable self that she can cling to. Anathet is here though, she's centered [i]now[/i] and she thinks that she can be medium, like a funnel directing the girl towards a self. What she needs is a name with power. Something that's not just random, but that holds some truth for the girl and will fit her like a glove. Thoughts of famous dragons flash through her mind, or colors and precious metals. Images for goddesses perhaps. Too grand though, too large still. The black-eyed girl needs something smaller, more human for herself. Something like a gemstone or a flower. 

"You know, I've always been small." Anathet smiles, almost shyly. "When I was young and growing up on Earth, people would pick on me for that. It's silly that people still judge you as a kid based on how big and strong you are. It makes some sense, parents want their child to be healthy, but I think it's awful that children will hurt other children just because they're smaller. It made me so sad and shy when I was little. Being like...like us I've always hurt more easily too. I could feel the anger coming off someone else and it mixed with my own sadness at getting hurt and just, I dunno, it kind of makes it all worse. I feel that even now, even though I've learned how to, like, meditate and focus and read other people's auras. It still hurts me when they're in pain and angry and lashing out, even if I stop them. Even if I reflect them and throw it back at them." 

Anathet sighs and pulls her legs up so she can put her arms around them. Part of her hoped this was getting her somewhere, leading towards some insight into the black-eyed girl that would help her create an anchor. Part of her just liked having someone to talk to instead of just thinking about her past and being sad. 

"I guess, you know one of the reasons I was so excited to go with the Zhianku, even leaving my mom, was because even when I first met them, I could tell they understood how I felt and didn't want to hurt me. In a way that people never ever did. They knew to be gentle while I was learning and since they have this ability to read anybody else's emotions, they know the way I felt and the pain I felt. Ha, gods, it must have hurt them when I first went with them. I cried the whole first night, missing my mom and my home. I was sad for days, weeks I think, even while they trained me. All my teachers must have hated that, suffered having to be near me and teach me. What a sacrifice. If I ever see them again, I'll thank them. Especially Kuliana, she was like the person who had to raise me. She used to sew me clothes and stuff too, I don't think she had to do that. But, yeah I really need to thank her, I think she suffered a lot for me."

Anathet sighs and looks at the black-eyed girl. Like, maybe this will conjure something, some gesture of reciprocation, some story of her own self that will help pin down an identity for her.

[Anathet is sharing a moment of vulnerability with the black-eyed girl. She takes Influence and marking potential and the Afraid condition.]