01-22-2020, 10:49 PM
This night won’t be the first night Eyas has slept, but it’ll be the first night she dreams and that’s important to remember. Sleep for her is voidless, comforting. There’s nothing to keep her thoughts racing, no sight that would cause her eyes to jerk around underneath the closed lids. She thinks, lying down in a heather-blanketed section of Nerine, that tonight sleep will come easily and at first it does. The pegasus tucks herself in, wings close on either side to keep her warm, and she drops her head to her bent knees. The wind and the rich smell of ocean tang are the only things to keep her company. Her eyes begin to feel dry so she blinks, heavily, and then slowly they close altogether.
She’s surprised to find herself blinking awake only seconds later.
“What in the seven hells?” She murmurs, and the sound of her voice is as distant as if she were a thousand leauges beneath the sea. This isn’t sleeping. Whatever she is, wherever she is, Eyas doesn’t feel quite natural.
At first she looked around, curious about the similarities of this hazy world. The sight of it was like Nerine, all green and gray, but so was the sky. Clouds of a purple hue swam through a greenish sky and here it was quieter, close to perfectly silent. Everything felt so out of place but Eyas doesn’t fear it. She… feels familiar with her surroundings and knows she’s been here before just not in the exact same way. At the moment she’s too enamored with getting up and moving around, testing the grass with her hooves and the flexibility of her wings through the air. She doesn’t even realize why this feels so familiar, aside from the obvious.
Then it hits her: dreaming. She was dreaming.
The how and they why smack into her subconscious like a ton of bricks, almost ripping her away back to the technically ‘real’ world. She’s been here before, of course! Well not here in Nerine, more like here in a dream but not alone. Never alone. “@[Catcher].” The pony mare breathes a sigh of relief, and then louder, “Catcher?!”
ooc: wow look at me go. Clogging Nerine's board.
She’s surprised to find herself blinking awake only seconds later.
“What in the seven hells?” She murmurs, and the sound of her voice is as distant as if she were a thousand leauges beneath the sea. This isn’t sleeping. Whatever she is, wherever she is, Eyas doesn’t feel quite natural.
At first she looked around, curious about the similarities of this hazy world. The sight of it was like Nerine, all green and gray, but so was the sky. Clouds of a purple hue swam through a greenish sky and here it was quieter, close to perfectly silent. Everything felt so out of place but Eyas doesn’t fear it. She… feels familiar with her surroundings and knows she’s been here before just not in the exact same way. At the moment she’s too enamored with getting up and moving around, testing the grass with her hooves and the flexibility of her wings through the air. She doesn’t even realize why this feels so familiar, aside from the obvious.
Then it hits her: dreaming. She was dreaming.
The how and they why smack into her subconscious like a ton of bricks, almost ripping her away back to the technically ‘real’ world. She’s been here before, of course! Well not here in Nerine, more like here in a dream but not alone. Never alone. “@[Catcher].” The pony mare breathes a sigh of relief, and then louder, “Catcher?!”
ooc: wow look at me go. Clogging Nerine's board.
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