Bab 22: Chapter 22: Projections

I paced my room, confused and frustrated. Half tempted to ask Dad about the Repository, even to approach Mom about it. Something was going on and it had to do with me, I was sure of it. I'd brought conflict to the centaurs who managed Creation's library, that much was clear. And perhaps unknowingly threw things off kilter by touching the Loom. I wanted to know the truth. And make things right if I could.

Of course, there was a chance I was overreacting and blaming myself for something that had nothing to do with me. Except for the vision I'd now had twice, a vision that could easily explain the closure of the Repository. I couldn't get the pixie's reaction out of my head, her fear and anxiety, the way she acted. And Blossom, treating me like I wasn't welcome... though could I blame her if the vision had come to pass? Not that my reasoning helped. Her rejection hurt so deeply I shied from it, unable and unwilling to accept what it might mean.