To Peer into Other Worlds (Mixcoatl)

by **Leto Sunsinger** on January 25th, 2011, 5:35 pm

Timestamp: 55 of Winter, 510 A.V.

Sitting in his tent, he decided that he'd try to summon something finally. He had managed to open a portal once, but nothing actually came out of it. He had the basic knowledge of a summoner, and could summon things from common worlds, so he decided to start off with that knowledge, and let it help him gain more knowledge. Within his tent, he would lay down a large piece of parchment that his pavilion used to create glyphs, and then would take out a set of inscribing ink and a quill. Drawing the circle, he made it about three feet in diameter, on the large sheet of paper, and then began to write in the astral coordinates in a counter clockwise fashion within the inner circle which he drew after the outer circle. Looking towards his work, he'd then draw a line across the circle, and one going down the center of it.

As he continued to work upon the summoning circle, he'd add a bit of glyphing into it to help contain whatever it was that he brought through the summoning circle. His intent was to bring through a lesser being that wouldn't put too much strain on the leash he created between himself and the summoned creature. The coordinates he placed within the astral coordinate portion of the summoning circle happened to be 8492841047291777, or the astral coordinates for the world called Swalden, in particular, it's crystalline ring that was around it.

The glyphs he would draw on the outside of the outer ring would form a barrier to help strengthen the leash, and create a barrier between himself as well as the lesser being that he was attempting to summon through the portal. Once that was done, he'd look at it, and then finally decide whether or not he wished to activate it. He'd had plenty of practice with drawing the circles, but not very much with the actual application of using them.

Well, now was better than nothing, he thought, and then took out a needle. Pricking himself in the finger, he let out a sigh of confidence, and then placed his finger upon the circle, wiping his blood upon it, and then awaiting to see if his djed activated it as it was supposed to. Hopefully the barrier glyphs would hold as his intent was to summon a lesser being through the portal, so that he could see what it was like working with a summoning portal again, and practice what the old man had taught him through use of practical application. Now was just a waiting game to see what would happen, when and if his djed activated the portal that he was trying to open, using a basic summoning circle, specifically designed for a lesser being from the crystalline ring of Swalden...

by **Mixcoatl** on January 27th, 2011, 6:44 pm

The flaps of the tent snapped and did as their name suggested-- flapped-- in the bitterly cold winds of the Sea, chilling Leto to the bone as he drew his circle upon the yellow piece of parchment. As every rune was placed along the minimal circle's border, as every line was placed within its confines, he couldn't help but feel a slight sense of foreboding, the feeling that, despite the fact that he had failed in the past, something was going to happen today. He didn't know *what* was going to happen today, of course, he just knew that something was going to happen. As he wrote the final letters down upon the paper, and let his eyes double check every last detail of his circle, a certain feeling of pride washed over him. When the needle drew forth the precious elixir of life from beneath his skin, and he smeared it upon the paper, something very riveting and exciting happened, something that would likely shake the man to his very core.

Absolutely nothing.

It was only when the blood began to seep into the parchment, which was likely when various emotions began to seep into his mind, that something happened. The center of the circle, an area that had once been parchment, began to shift, twisting into a spiraling vortex. Around and around it went, spinning, as if it were going to suck everything around him, including him, down into it. The smell of oil began to fill his nostrils, and there was a flash of blinding light. The clinking, reminiscent of wine glasses at a party, could be heard faintly as colored spots flew across his field of vision. When his eyes finally recovered from the sudden, blinding flash, and his senses became accustomed to the barrage that the portal had thrown upon them, he would notice that the center of the parchment was no longer really parchment, instead replaced with a spiraling black vortex. Memories of vortexes upon the surface of the Bluevein river that ran through Cyphrus floated to his head.

Now came the point where he had to wait. Between the chill wind that emerged from the small portal, and the nipping cold that slipped in through the flaps, the room became noticeably colder in his wait. Rustling could be heard from outside, and at one point, his Strider even poked its head inside, looking around for him, eager for attention. Seeing he was busy, however, it vanished just as quickly as it had appeared, and not a moment too soon. When his focus returned to the spiraling vortex before him, something beautiful happened. There was a splash, louder than any puddle of water this size would have made, and from the depths of the portal emerged a crystal. The air around Leto grew painfully cold as flakes of ice chipped off of the beautiful, diamond like crystal, approximately a foot tall, and five inches in diameter. It resonated a faint white light, illuminating the tent and Leto's face in the fading afternoon light, a slight hum meeting his ears. It was then that he heard someone-- or something-- speak to him, but not through his ears. He heard it inside of his head, as if he were thinking. The experience was entirely foreign, like the woman's voice was inside of him. It was rather bland and emotionless, the only hint of humanity coming from the upward lilt at the end that indicated a question.

"Language?" When Leto answered the question, it burst into a flight of questions, each of which required an answer. "Name? Age? Date of Birth? Sex? Location? Interrogative? Insert Memory."

by **Leto Sunsinger** on January 27th, 2011, 7:33 pm

Nothing happened. Leto looked towards the summoning circle, and wondered if he had done something wrong again. He had failed before, and perhaps it would be another failure to add to his growing list of them. He former teacher had only taught him the meer basics of summoning, and perhaps it wasn't enough. Maybe Leto was missing something important, and important aspect his teacher had neglected to mention, so that Leto wouldn't actually be able to fully open a portal to another world. The visit of the travelling wizard had been so short, he had only enough time to teach Leto the basics when Leto had questioned him about it, but then in the end, he had to leave for some business elsewhere, and Leto had never fully gotten to question him about anything other than this one world. Looking back down towards the piece of parchment before him, he sighed, but then suddenly the room began to grow colder.

As it did, the piece of paper before him, the summoning circle itself began to spiral inwards into a vortex, and then the flash happened upon his vision. As he covered his eyes, and then once he regained his sight, he uncovered them to reveal before him a swirling black vortex. His eyes shifted slightly away from the portal when Arias poked it's head in, but quickly vanished upon seeing that Leto was busy. Again his focus upon the portal before him was returned, and he felt as if he could fall into it, given the swirling vortex that it had formed. Quietly he wondered if anything would come through, the only thing he knew about Swalden really was that it contained memosites, the crystalline ring around it did anyways. The memosites contained knowledge passed on by other wizards, and he remembered his old mentor telling him to always give a memory in order to keep receiving them. That was really the extent of his knowledge of the world of Swalden.

But this experiment was practically successful, and as he watched carefully, he could hear the splashing sound, and felt the tent's temperature drop lower as it got colder within the confines of it. Watching carefully, Leto saw a crystalline structure emerge from the portal before him, and slowly move upwards until it was in a stasis position. Oh wow, a memosite! he thought, as he watched carefully, then heard the woman's voice within his mind. He was so amazed and bewildered at the same time, at first a moment or two passed and he didn't know what exactly to do or say in response to the woman's voice. Finally though, he decided to answer it. "Pavi," he began, his black obsidian hued orbs staring down towards the crystal that had emerged from the portal.

"Leto Treebearer, twenty seven, the 43rd of the Season of Summer in the Year 483 A.V.," he continued, keeping his eyes upon the crystal, never letting his attention falter or waver from it. He spoke in clear fluent pavi as he looked towards the crystal, hoping that he was supposed to enter the information this way, if not, he'd think towards the memosite after everything he said to make sure it got the correct information. "Endrykas... Interrogative?" he asked briefly, but then remembered it was supposed to give him a memory, so perhaps this was where he asked for one, and then gave one in return? Letting his attention return to the crystal, he would then ask, "What knowledge can you pass onto me about Summoning?"

And once it had given him an answer, Leto would quickly start to think of a memory to give it back, in return for it's service, no matter what the answer was, he didn't want the Memosite to never give it a memory again, so he would insert his memories of glyphing, the basic knowledge of it, what all he knew about it, and how he had built upon it to become a competent glypher up til today. It was probably a lot for the memosite to take in, but then again granted they were the harborers of memories passed on from wizard to wizard, Leto felt that it would be able to hold at least the basic memories of glyphing, his experiences with it, and everything -he- knew about it, within it...

by **Mixcoatl** on February 13th, 2011, 11:12 pm

A flash of light was all Leto could see for a moment, and then the world around him vanished. No longer was there a tent. No longer could he feel the cold breath of Morwen's encroachment upon the world blowing down his back. His head spun, his body felt light as a feather. The feeling was entirely inhuman. Then, he felt like he was in an entirely foreign body. The veil that shrouded his eyes slowly lifted, revealing a circle that was on a scale not to dissimilar from his own, albeit much larger. It spanned a stone surface, a plinth raised just a few inches above the surface of the otherwise entirely wooden cottage. A quiet breath fogged the air before his eyes, but they were not his eyes. Everything felt odd, wrong, foreign, even. Nothing felt proper. Everything was at the wrong angle, everything just the wrong hue, as if he was seeing it from a different perception.

Then, he lifted his arms, but he did not lift his arms. Try as he might, it did not help him. The arms lifted anyway, and he approached the circle painted upon the stone, extending his fingers. As he bent down, Leto's eye's caught a single set of details. The numbers. 1069002583582104. The chain was familiar, but for the life of him, he could not place the number's origins on a specific World. It had to be Common, though, if he recognized it so easily. A needle pierced the pale flesh of the Summoner, and blood slowly flowed, dripping, spattering onto the stone plinth. A moment passed. Two moments. Three. His breathing increased, his eyesight sharpened, his pulse quickened, anticipating what was to come through the portal that he had gone through so much trouble to create. His eyes danced over the circle, studying its design scrutinizingly, trying to see where he had gone wrong. A slight tinge of panic pierced his mind, and he stepped forward. No, it was fine. The Hexagonal design, the circle of Six, was formed perfectly. Then, it happened. The link was made. Connection was achieved.

The smell of oil hit his nostrils, as lights flashed across the room. The Summoner turned his head aside, shielding his eyes, squinting against the white light that seeped between the cracks of his fingers. Almost as quickly as the portal opened, the creature, or in this case, creatures, found its other side. From the portal they emerged, three of them. One's skin was a sickly green, while the other two bore skin that was pink, as if they had been in the unrelenting sun for three days. That was only the beginning of the oddities. The green Visitor's left hand was literally shaped into wicked claws, each measuring around eight inches in length, truly a fearsome collection of death upon one wrist. In his other hand, he clutched a wicked, curved scimitar, drenched in blood. The pink ones were equally fearsome. One had a right arm that was grossly disproportionate to his body. The only way one could describe it was like a shield, one that stretched the skin it was under, and one that had obviously seen much use, judging by the scar tissue. In his free hand was an ax.

Moving to the final Visitor, his pulse quickened even more. He stood well over seven feet tall, with a third arm sprouting from his shoulder, and a mass of tentacles from his navel, each holding a separate dagger or small club. A thought that was not Leto's passed through his head, one that seemed fitting. What have I unleashed?

"What do you desire, Summoner!?" the tallest Visitor barked, his voice echoing through the entirety of the room, almost bursting the ears of the poor man. He had to stay strong. He could not show weakness to these Visitors. "A man! He is a rich man, residing in a cabin nearby, surrounding himself in gold, taken from travelers and other innocents. Kill him. Liberate the gold. Strew his insides across the roof, so that all shall know what happens to those who are guilty of crimes against the innocent." The Visitor brought his hand to his chin, as if contemplating it, but the Summoner knew that he already had his interest. Blood and money was all they needed. "Fine," he hissed.

"I'm going to let you out of the Circle," the Summoner finally uttered, after a long and obscure thought process that Leto could hardly follow. He simply snarled in agreement, and finally, was released from the circle. At that very moment, the Visitors lunged forward, crossing the room in less than a second. They were upon him. Tentacles wrapped around his throat, as the blade as the scimitar pressed against his gut. "Your blood is so much closer, though, your home so much easier to pillage..." the Visitor purred, as the Summoner struggled for breath, his lungs burning. He still had one thing up his sleeve, though. He had control of the leash. A quick leg shot upwards, slamming into the kneecap of the tallest assailant. It didn't do much, but it loosened the tentacles around his throat just enough for him to take in a sharp breath and exhale just a few words.

"Back to the Other Worlds with you, Visitors!" he screamed, tearing at the leash that still held the Visitors to the Circle. Hisses flew from the lips of the three Visitors, as, slowly but surely, they were drawn back across the ground. As the tentacles slipped away from his throat, he scrambled back, pressing himself flat against the wall, to separate himself from the restrained, sluggish movements of the Visitors. "Return to the Hells from whence you came!" More cries and hisses met his ears, but soon enough, they were just outside of the circle, on its border. "Sylir banished you for a reason, now I banish you once more!!!" as he cried those words, he pulled on the leash one final time, pulling the Visitors back into the portal, which promptly closed behind them, leaving the Summoner up against the wall. Slowly, he slid down, panting, feeling his neck as if to confirm he was still alive.

Once more, the world went white, and Leto was back in the place he called home. Morwen's hand was caressing his neck. The tent surrounded him. He was safe. He was at home. The Memosite eagerly plucked at his mind, picking a more specific memory from the huge collection he was trying to place into it, and then returned to its quiet hum, speaking a word in his mind once more.

"Interrogative?"

by **Leto Sunsinger** on May 9th, 2011, 7:08 pm

OOC: I hope it's okay that we continue this thread. Sorry about my absense >.<

IC: As the world shifted around Leto, he saw a summoner's circle, but didn't feel right in his body. It slowly became apparent to him that he was in someone else's body, and wasn't himself. As his arms lifted, and the blood opened up the summoner's circle, Leto viewed the numbers, and committed them to memory. And then the event continued and happened. When the creatures were released from their circle, he felt the cold of the tentacle wrap around his throat. No, not "his" throat, but the throat of the body he was within. Gasping for breath, the man whose body and memories Leto was sharing, made out a few words, tightening the leash once more, and pulling the creatures back into their circle.

As the memory came to an end, Leto returned to his own home, and gasped for breath, his hand around his own neck, still having the feeling of the tentacle wrapped around it. Obsidian hued eyes looked down towards the memosite, and when it responded once more with "Interrogative", Leto figured it wanted a more specific memory. Remembering his training with Glyphing, he began to send out a more specific memory to the memosite. Smiling as he did, he remembered one of his first memories with a Glypher, and Reimancer, storing a fireball spell in one of his first glyphs as a competent user.

The Reimancer had commissioned Leto to create a glyph for him that allowed him to shoot a fireball from the scroll so long as he spoke the word "Fireball". It was a simple command, and Leto was only decent enough with simple commands. As he remembered it, he remembered drawing the sigil upon a piece of parchment, and in doing so, was able to remember exactly how the sigil looked. It had a circle, with lines drawn across it, and glyphs around the circle, spelling out the words "Speak Fireball and I shall Release One". The instructions were simple enough, all one had to do was speak fireball, and the sigil would deactivate the barrier first, then activate the focus and release a fireball.

He remembered exactly how it was drawn, every curvature of the glyphs, and circle, the focus, barrier around it, and trigger words. As he remembered all of this, he gave the entire memory to the Memosite. Thinking about it as he did, he remembered the Reimancer thanking him for it, and allowing him to do various commissions for him all of the time. The trading of memories to a memosite that Leto had managed to summon all but astounded him, and made him grin as he gave the memosite a more direct memory about his inteactions with the Reimancer and the creation of the fireball storing glyph.

Everything that was happening to him right now was amazing, and he would take the knowledge he had sought to heart, though it would be some time before he tried to summon those bloodthirsty creatures, whatever they were, as he thought about what they nearly did to the man whom had summoned them. The man whose body he was in for a short period of time. That man was lucky that he had been able to tug them back into the circle, otherwise he could have ended up quite dead, and never would have been able to give his memory to a memosite. For now, Leto would settle with summoning memosites, and trading off memories with them, as it seemed the safest route to learning to better his summoning skills.

His obsidian gaze focused upon the memosite again, and he thought about how he had managed to summon it, and trade memories with it. It made his happy to know that he was no longer a failure at this skill, but merely a beginner at it, and in doing so, he would continue to give the memosite as many memories as it wished for, in exchange for the knowledge it held about summoning, before he pulled it back into the circle, and resealed the portal once more. He wouldn't do that yet, but would merely continue to seek knowledge from the memosite, the knowledge of other wizards, and would continue to give his own knowledge to the creature he had summoned from another world...

by **Lariat** on January 15th, 2012, 3:20 am

Abruptly, the a white painless flare overtook him again, and once more he found himself in another form that stood tall in the darkness.. The earthen interior of a dank cave suddenly came to being around him as the figure tools steps forward into torchlight, an etched circle in the stone plain before him. Complex designs greeted him the brief moment the bearers eyes focused on them, but all too soon his eyes flashed to the rickety wooden table propped against the cavern's wall, its surface bare as the stone it sat on.

"Dear brother, oh so weary am I of the thinning of the blood." The man's words whispered through the quiet chamber, seeming to resonate powerfully there as if he was exerting djed through his voice though he was seemingly alone. The eyes continued to focus on the table still though, as if he intentionally was making it so that his words where the thing to be focused on and not what he was doing though from the slight shifting of his vision it was clear he was working on something on the ground albeit blindly.

"17 days I have waited for this night, though I'm not left wanting. Rest assured all is in their hands now. Night's star comes with the rise of the new sun, and with it the rise of fish from the murky marshes. A small bit of mizas could purchase more suitable lands than this life sucking mud, though I understand your reluctance brother. Times have been hard and covered from the world as I am here, danger still threatens me day in and day out. In such circumstances I remembered what you taught me, and thus I have not perished, feeding on grass when I lack grain. When I can spare a trip to the city reports of things you have done bring me comfort in knowing you are doing good works. I find that anything can be gleaned when the proper questions have been asked, especially concerning something so trivial as to find a good horse smith. At last my own steed is quite the pest, but I trust her as any good horseman should, and she treats me well enough."

The speaker at last paused, craning his head to observe his now covered circle, the image of a scarlet scepter patterned on it in what looked to be dried blood. A metallic smell twisted it's way into his senses, and a wave of exhilaration briefly flooded through the man's limbs before he quickly suppressed it.

"As always brother, my thoughts are with you" Brightness tingled though out Leto's vision suddenly once more as the memory reached it's end and brought him from his trance. Before him the stone hummed, its silent request for memory to be exchanged ever instant.

by **Leto Sunsinger** on January 17th, 2012, 2:06 pm

What a strange memory this was. Leto didn't know much about it, or really cared for it much, but perhaps it would come in useful in the future. Looking down towards the memosite as it gave it's silent request for a memory, Leto began to think to himself, albeit quickly of a memory he could exchange with the memosite. Perhaps one of himself when he first became bound to Arias, his strider. When the strider had chosen him, and he had chosen it. He remembered the way it felt when that foal was old enough to turn into a stallion, how it felt when he first laid his hands on Arias' back, and mounted him as one should to ride a strider. The feeling of warmth as he laid his head down onto the strider's neck, and then sat up straight to learn to ride him as the strider had bound itself to him.

It felt good as he remembered, that he worked well with the strider, and Arias enjoyed riding with him. He felt their first venture through Endrykas as they made their way through the city of tents, and even though Arias took it easy with Leto as the man hadn't much experience riding horses before, he still was going at a steady trot. Leto remembered what it was to be bonded to a strider, and in doing so, he remembered the smells of the grasses, the memory of a stallion ready to ride, and he remembered how it felt with every step the two of them took together. It was a vivid memory, and one that Leto truly cherished. He continued to remember their first ride together, as they had gone outside of the pavillion, and his Aunt and Uncle bid him fairwell as Leto had gone to the Reimancer's pavillion to deliver some parchments upon Arias' back.

The Reimancers were happy to see that Leto had finally bonded with a strider and earned his windmarks. The tattoo upon his chest, a simple triangle with a line through the center of it. It showed that the man whom should have become a man much sooner, finally did become one. He was only twenty four years old at the time, but that was older than most Drykas when they bonded to their striders. The Reimancers were happy to see him and he delivered the parchments right on time as they had asked for, with the proper focus's, barriers, and triggers upon them. Leto remembered explaining each of the parchments to the reimancers as Arias stood idly there waiting for Leto to mount him once more, so that they could ride again.

And so Leto did mount Arias again, and ride together they did. Through the sapphire pavillion, the emerald pavillion, and back towards the ruby pavillion, where his own family, the Treebearers happened to live. Leto had finally become a man with the bonding of him to his strider, and he was finally happy that he had somebody to share his triumphs, sadness, and adventures with, even if he wouldn't truly leave the city boundaries for another few years. He became close to Arias, whom was a bit lazy at times, and had his own personality, and they became the best of friends. That was the memory that Leto would share with the memosite. And once it was through, depending on if the memosite wished to share another memory with Leto or not, Leto would decide whether to give the leash a slight tug, and send the Memosite back through the portal, or, he would await to see if the memosite gave him another memory for him to exchange one of his own...

by **Lariat** on June 18th, 2012, 11:07 pm

The vision came upon him suddenly, answering his unbidden request. A lone torch was the only light illuminating the small cavern he suddenly found himself in, it's earthy wall oddly reminiscent of the natural tunnels that wound beneath the Sea of Grass. Kneeling before him, a blindfolded woman wept, her dress torn, and skin dirty with blood welling from the numerous cuts that adorned her pale skin. A simple iron wrought amulet framed her delicate neck.

"Why!?"

"You know why, Wethel"

The woman fell to the ground, struck down hard with a hit from her captor, and mechanically she was picked back up and settled back on her knees.

"You compromised the pavilion, threatened sacred ground"

"I didn't know"

"That is no excuse" There was suddenly a flash of metal, and a brief flash of blue as the man's weapon bounced out of his hands in surprise at striking the invisible barrier.

"True, but you neglected to look further than surface appearances as well Wethel" The woman spoke, her voice cold as ice and no longer seeming the frightened soul she'd been before. "A shame you resigned yourself to the Underwatch. Moreover that you neglected to tell anyone of my indiscretion before this regretful meeting. My father had such high hope for our marriage. At last I do not desire your blood to feed the earth but should you feel so inclined to bare the light of day to punish me.. I'll spare you the details"

With that the memory wavered out of existence, bringing Leto back to reality. Waiting briefly for the supplication of a memory in return, the memosite wavered in the air patiently.

by **Leto Sunsinger** on June 19th, 2012, 2:13 am

It was time to exchange the memory that Leto had been holding in for so long with this certain memosite. It was a memory of his past, what had happened when he was thirteen years old. Time seemed to stand still as Leto thought about it, directing the memory towards the memosite. He wanted to know, what it was that had killed his family, and if the memosite had any knowledge of it, as well as if his brother was still alive. He needed to know, and if the memosite had any knowledge of his family, then it might be able to point him in the right direction. Remembering that creature, as large and as violent as it was, a shadow that passed over Leto's obsidian gaze as he looked up towards it, feeling the flames and blades slice through his body, giving him the scars he had today.

If it hadn't of been for the healers marked by Rak'keli, Leto surely would have parished as did his family. He remembered when running away from whatever this creature was, his parents running towards it brandishing their blades, and sacrificing their lifeblood so that Leto and his brother could get away from it. They got separated when the creature caught up with Leto, and began it's assault upon the boy. His brother had ran in the direction of Riverfall whilst Leto had ran towards Endrykas. Luckily for Leto, a hunting party managed to thwart the creature before it finished killing the boy off, and managed to get him to the healers. Luck was all Leto had running for him when that creature, whatever it was happened to assail him and his family.

Death seemed to follow it, but a man atop his strider utilized the web to increase his strider's speed away from the creature, getting Leto back to the city where the creature could not touch him. Tears streamed down Leto's face as he delivered this memory to the memosite, patiently awaiting for a response as to if the memosite had any memories stored in it of Leto's brother, or this creature that had killed his parents. He didn't disregard the other memory that the memosite had delivered to him, he just had more important things to discuss with the creature of Swalden in order to find out more about this creature.

Thinking back upon the memory that the memosite had previously given him, he wondered what that woman had used to thwart off the man that was torturing her for putting the pavilion in terrible danger. The elder drykas wondered if he could also gain memories of what magic she was utilizing to block his weapon, and if he could learn it himself. He would, of course, grant the memosite as many memories as it wanted if it gave him the knowledge of what this magic happened to be, and if he could utilize it himself. Memories abound, Leto would continue to exchange them with the memosite in return for the knowledge he happened to be seeking...

by **Lariat** on June 19th, 2012, 2:20 pm

Energy crackled, and then Leto was consumed with the same vision as before, only different since the woman was long gone, and the cave was apparently empty except for the viewer. A metallic odor filled his senses and on the cave floor he noticed crimson stains arching across its stone surface. A gory circle had drawn in blood, though he didn't feel weak so it couldn't have been his own. His fingers where tracing through the thick liquid, producing glyphs where before there had been only simple stone.

"I hadn't known the petching woman had known shielding. You should have told me" He grumbled, and behind him a man grunted.

"You know what must be done" The unfamiliar voice spoke gruffly at last after several long moments.

"Yes" He replied grimily.

Suddenly, the vision faded away as it had done before, and left Leto to readjust to reality. Supplied with a memory, further probing revealed to Leto that the memosite would reveal no more.