“Sometimes, I get visions of shackles around my heels.” Enya listened attentively as Eon explained what he saw. He got visions? Was he magically touched to see the past, present, and future in the same way that she was? Her eyes examined Eon closer, studying any jewelry she saw. There. The earrings. Were they the channeling devices? Or, maybe he didn't even need them? She'd been so focused on the revelation that he also had visions that she nearly missed what he had actually said.
He had visions of shackles around his heels. He theorized that Tsillah was attempting to free him from them. No. That seemed entirely incorrect. Tsillah would never simply free someone from their own constraints. Her tail still continued to bounce with excitement, but Enya managed to keep the rest of her figure still and poised, her face expressionless as she pondered his words, or rather, how best to respond to them.
Direct and to the point, as was usual for her. "No. That is not Tsillah's way." Her voice lowered as she looked back down at her reflection in the water. She looked back at Eon, then motioned for him to do the same. "Look into the water. Look at your reflection. What do you see, Eon?" She closed the distance between them, standing once more on all fours, and hovered nearby - likely uncomfortably so. "Who do you see staring there, back at you?" Enya backpedaled to quickly step around Eon, then came up to his other side. This time, she remained a more comfortable distance away and looked back down at her own reflection again. "Tsillah does not offer solutions. She offers problems that we must endure and overcome. She will not free you of these shackles. She may enlighten you, test you, or guide you, but it is up to you to free yourself from these shackles you wear. Whoever they are from, wherever they begin, no one but you can shake them off. You cannot be given freedom. It must be earned." Her gaze snapped back to Eon again, her teal eyes reflecting her enthusiasm despite the low tone in her voice. "Who is it?" She paused, then unable to wait for an answer, asked again, "Who is it, or what is it, that is holding you back?" Oh, the possibilities in which that answer could be were endless.