04-28-2020, 09:34 PM
“Yeah?” the painted mare replied, the hint of a smirk growing wildly on her lips. “I didn’t realize you were an expert on dream escapades. But okay. If you insist.”
In the blink of an eye the dreary gray landscape of Nerine bled away, revealing a darkness deep enough in its allowance to show off the stars in all their blinding glory. The teals, pinks, and purples of the aurora swayed lazily above Hyaline’s tallest peak where Eyas remained standing. Catcher had faded away with the Northern kingdom’s facade, but when she reappears, hovering just off the side of the mountain’s edge, her color is as pitch and depthless as the sky that she was made in the image of. Her mane, long and smooth now, flowed in billowed waves behind her, and the former gray of her eyes shone as pure and bright as the stars overhead.
“Is this better?” she prodded, her voice only slightly above a whisper against the pegasus’s shoulder.
In spite of the sudden change and the friendly mocking, the dreamweaver hadn’t forgotten Eyas’s last question before she’d launched them into the sky. In a way it struck a hidden chord, making her consider her friend’s question thoughtfully, carefully, and revealing a truth that she hadn’t known was there. Manipulating the world of dreams was simple - requiring only a clear thought and a vivid imagination, but seeking out specific dreams, that was something else entirely. It took recognition, patience, and a will to find a dreamer’s mind otherwise hidden to all else and something that should remain sacred to those that possessed them.
Touching down to match a parallel stance to Eyas, her shoulder brushed lightly against the downy feathers of the young mare’s wing. “I only purposefully go into the dreams of the people I care about.” She might’ve just made that realization, but it certainly didn’t make it any less true. And then, because she sincerely hoped she hadn’t just ruined the lighthearted mood they had just shared before, “What do you normally dream about? I really hope it’s something a little more interesting than Nerine’s boring cliffs.”
@[Eyas]
In the blink of an eye the dreary gray landscape of Nerine bled away, revealing a darkness deep enough in its allowance to show off the stars in all their blinding glory. The teals, pinks, and purples of the aurora swayed lazily above Hyaline’s tallest peak where Eyas remained standing. Catcher had faded away with the Northern kingdom’s facade, but when she reappears, hovering just off the side of the mountain’s edge, her color is as pitch and depthless as the sky that she was made in the image of. Her mane, long and smooth now, flowed in billowed waves behind her, and the former gray of her eyes shone as pure and bright as the stars overhead.
“Is this better?” she prodded, her voice only slightly above a whisper against the pegasus’s shoulder.
In spite of the sudden change and the friendly mocking, the dreamweaver hadn’t forgotten Eyas’s last question before she’d launched them into the sky. In a way it struck a hidden chord, making her consider her friend’s question thoughtfully, carefully, and revealing a truth that she hadn’t known was there. Manipulating the world of dreams was simple - requiring only a clear thought and a vivid imagination, but seeking out specific dreams, that was something else entirely. It took recognition, patience, and a will to find a dreamer’s mind otherwise hidden to all else and something that should remain sacred to those that possessed them.
Touching down to match a parallel stance to Eyas, her shoulder brushed lightly against the downy feathers of the young mare’s wing. “I only purposefully go into the dreams of the people I care about.” She might’ve just made that realization, but it certainly didn’t make it any less true. And then, because she sincerely hoped she hadn’t just ruined the lighthearted mood they had just shared before, “What do you normally dream about? I really hope it’s something a little more interesting than Nerine’s boring cliffs.”
@[Eyas]