they promised that dreams come true
It is funny to realize that Ori doesn’t hurt as she reminds Olena how loved she is. Though Ori had no such childhood, the pain that such a thought might have once caused is little more than a twinge in her stomach. After all, she was loved now. There’d been lost years, yes, but if she dwelled on that there would be nothing but more lost years instead of the time she has finally been granted.
It is a beautiful thing, really, to be granted the luxury of love.
The sound of her full name is still a strange thing. She has not used it in so long that sometimes she wonders if along the way she had ceased to be Oriash entirely. Yet now her name reappeared with some frequency, and she doesn’t correct them, doesn’t tell them to call her Ori. It seems right that they should call her by the name she was given. They move slowly, though Ori doesn’t mind, for she’s in no rush at all. There is nowhere she’d rather be.
Ori listens as Olena tells her the story, her smile a bit mischievous but she waits until the story has ended. ”I have seen her,” Ori says, still with that playful grin and it is clear she is not quite telling the truth, but that this is a game to be played. She points a wing toward the volcano, which suddenly seems very close. It is an easy thing to paint something she’d grown to know so well, and so she brings it closer to them, making it easy to see the mare who sits atop the volcano. She is beautiful indeed, just as Olena described her. There is something regal and otherworldly about her, but she sees Olena and Ori, and it appears as if a soft smile creases her lips. In another moment, the goddess slips off the edge of the volcano and back down into her home.
”I think you tell good stories,” Ori says with a grin, the volcano suddenly back in its usual place. ”There are faeries here in Beqanna. We would just have to find someone to help you make the climb up the mountain. But perhaps it will not come to that”
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too
@[Olena] - I suck, sorry that took so long.
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission