Oriash
they promised that dreams can come true
Truth and lie simply blur for her. She does not intend to lie, but reality is what she makes it and so the lines of it are blurry for her. There’s an argument, perhaps, that what they see is real, that the illusions she creates are real. If you feel pain, does it matter if there’s truly a cut or if you only imagine the cut? The pain is still there, blinding and sharp, demanding to be heard, all the same.
As of yet, she has found the indistinct lines to be easy enough to live with. In one way, her mother’s were with her during her childhood – she gave herself memories, false though they may be. The sensible side of her knows that her mothers will have no such memories though, that their hugs were makings of Ori’s imagination and not of their own machinations. The truth lingers there, but it hurts far more than the lie. Sometimes, she simply prefers the lie. The lie got her through a lonely, quiet childhood.
The way he says her name amuses her, a small smile spreading on her face. He draws it out, like a song or a bird might do, catching on the i that sounds like a e in her self-given nickname. A sound that should be cut short with the addition of the second half of her name, not that she tends to use the full thing. She is not the sort of girl who gives a nickname to those she likes; no, she is the sort of girl who will only let those closest to her call her by her given name. Ori is her truth.
Her eyes drift to the shadows that move of their own accord, and she wonders if he’s plucking shadows from the real world or her illusion. Could another manipulate the world she creates? Perhaps. It’s not a thing she’s ever thought of and certainly not a thing she has tested. Though it seems easy enough that he could grab shadows from the trees but see them as the illusion allows. The shadows pluck at her mane and she giggles, just a girl for a moment, ducking her head as if to escape them though in reality she does not mind the attention.
Her eyes dart back up when he stops saying her name, the world suddenly bereft of sound until he speaks again, far more normally this time. It is almost disappointing. “A fitting name,” she says, guessing at this point that he controls shadows. To what extent, she doesn’t have a clue, but the basics of his ability seem obvious enough. Or at least, he favors shadow if he can manipulate more.
Her grin grows a little wicked as he call the unknown someone a liar. “The sky is only the beginning, I think.” Her wings flutter slightly at her side, as if they itch to taste the sky again. She believes her statement knowing full well that when she finally, finally flew and saw the world, it was just the beginning.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.
@[Darkling]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission