they promised that dreams come true
She spent so long not flying, keeping her feet on the ground and never leaving Loess. It had taken the only real friend she’s ever known to break her out of that, and she thinks of him briefly. It has been far too long since she has seen Pteron, and she’s not entirely sure where he’s even gone. Perhaps she ought to go looking, but where does she begin? In the last place she’d seen him, probably.
But now she is telling a story. No, not telling, painting. It is what Ori has always done, creating life and worlds around her when the life and world she lived in had failed her. How often it had failed her (or perhaps, in reality, she had failed it). For a moment Olena disappears into her skin, and if Ori hadn’t seen Solace lose control of that same power, she might be worried. Instead, she simply lets the story continue, making sure that it is not too much for Olena. But though the girl may be frail, she is certainly brave. After all, one cannot live as Olena does with bravery every day.
But her fear is quickly overcome with excitement, and Ori’s smile grows wide and happy, glad to be able to bring something good to Olena who, though she has much, has spent a lifetime living just on the outside of it all. She cannot keep up with her brothers, and Ori can imagine how much that might hurt. ”Anything is possible with the right magic,” she says with a grin. It’s not entirely clear if she just means more stories or Olena’s condition. Maybe both.
”I am glad to spend the time with you. I spend a lot of time alone. It is nice to finally spend it with others.” They are alike in this, after all. Not for the same reasons, and not exactly in the same way, though Ori knows what it is like to be left behind.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too
@[Olena]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission