((Crazy, I saw it as blue also. XD And yes, I tried to describe what I remembered from the books.))
Ossanlin nods to Thordon. <If you feel it would help, I do use alot of energy to make the transition both there and back. I don't know exactly how well our energies will mix...but any support is welcome. I'm only the tourguide anyway, Mar can exist in the Timestream quite comfortably and can get there much more easily than myself. The physical contact is only to make certain that we enter in the exact same location.>
Ossanlin concentrates, open to any support from Mar and Thordon both, and the very air and light around the three seems to fold in on itself, space twisting around all three. Ossanlin feels the familiar wrenching and closes his eyes as he passes through the void into the timestream. Images barrage his mind from all directions, memories from his past and ghostly images from infinite futures. He builds his mental barriers and shuts out the images, but he can still feel them battering against the somewhat tenuous walls around his mind. He maintains the illusion of his physical form even though he is purely energy in this place. He thinks about one thought, his mind clear of everything else. A powerful memory, scene in his mind that seems almost real as he holds that image, that place in his mind.
Infinite streams of light flow in all directions, twisting and writhing, alive and in motion. Suddenly they seem to move in a different way, almost as if they are moving past the three beings while the three seemingly don't move themselves. What seems like both a moment and an eternity later, the three are at Ossanlin's memory, that of his graduation day from the academy. Memories were always easier to recall when linked with strong emotion, and Ossanlin thought this would be a fitting place. A thin strand of fibrous light is looped gently around the stream of Ossanlin's past, trailing off to a small bundle of light strands woven together in an oval shape. Ossanlin gives the illusion of raising his hand to point at the coccoon. <There, that is your avatar Mar.> Less than a speck of light in an infinite number of lights that extended throughout all existance. The images began breaking down his mental barriers...it had not taken them as long this time. He fights them off, but the illusion of his face shows the stress on his mind.