01-11-2021, 04:32 PM
I certainly hope not...But if you are, don’t wake up.
Catcher met her words with a pleasant smile and an equally pleasant voice, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Time was a funny thing, something she’d long ago given up trying to keep track of. It was too complicated, too painful to try to measure most days, and served to do nothing more than dampen an already usually dour mood the longer she considered its passing. It might’ve been days or years since they had seen each other last, in a world built from brightest galaxies and darkest of nights, and a memory so often visited she’d marvel that she hadn’t worn a hole in its intangible fabric. But to the dreamer, the time wasted on wondering whether or not Eyas was alive, or if she had perished amidst her family’s tumult, began to burn again, and the gleam of her dark eyes went dull in response.
Whatever blame there is though, she doesn’t place it amongst the burdens of Eyas, instead letting it settle across her own shoulders. Perhaps if she had been able to dream as she had so long ago, without the shadows and demons that awaited her behind the darkness of closed eyes, then maybe she might’ve been able to feel it. Maybe she might’ve been able to graze the world of the beyond and felt her presence there, or lack of, and maybe she might’ve been able to find hope and comfort in that.
But Catcher hadn’t been able to, and she’d suffered greatly at the hands of her own incapabilities.
“It’s more than good to see you, Eyas,” she murmured, taking a slow few steps closer, “but I’m struggling to find a single word that could even come close to conveying how happy and relieved I am to see you now. No word feels right enough.” She smiles again at the golden mare, something closer to winsome than before.
Eyas, Catcher... You know each other?
As unexpected as his voice was to her tilting ears, the painted mare is filled with such a feeling of gratifying nostalgia, and readily meets his pale, questioning gaze with a nod of affirmation and timid grin. “I think we’ve known each other for nearly as long as I’ve known you, Tana, or something like that.” Different questions rise to her conscious front, and she ponders how her two closest companions might’ve come to know each other, but she hasn’t the chance to ask it, as the stallion has already turned towards excusing himself from their company. “No no, don’t go, Tana. I mean..” she pauses to shoot a glance towards Eyas, uncertain of what her own attitude might be in regards towards him joining them, “I can only speak for myself, but I’d love nothing more than for you to stay.”
The dreamer’s gaze turns hopeful then and lets herself slip into an easy spell of present calm - the first time she’s been able to do so in years.
Catcher met her words with a pleasant smile and an equally pleasant voice, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Time was a funny thing, something she’d long ago given up trying to keep track of. It was too complicated, too painful to try to measure most days, and served to do nothing more than dampen an already usually dour mood the longer she considered its passing. It might’ve been days or years since they had seen each other last, in a world built from brightest galaxies and darkest of nights, and a memory so often visited she’d marvel that she hadn’t worn a hole in its intangible fabric. But to the dreamer, the time wasted on wondering whether or not Eyas was alive, or if she had perished amidst her family’s tumult, began to burn again, and the gleam of her dark eyes went dull in response.
Whatever blame there is though, she doesn’t place it amongst the burdens of Eyas, instead letting it settle across her own shoulders. Perhaps if she had been able to dream as she had so long ago, without the shadows and demons that awaited her behind the darkness of closed eyes, then maybe she might’ve been able to feel it. Maybe she might’ve been able to graze the world of the beyond and felt her presence there, or lack of, and maybe she might’ve been able to find hope and comfort in that.
But Catcher hadn’t been able to, and she’d suffered greatly at the hands of her own incapabilities.
“It’s more than good to see you, Eyas,” she murmured, taking a slow few steps closer, “but I’m struggling to find a single word that could even come close to conveying how happy and relieved I am to see you now. No word feels right enough.” She smiles again at the golden mare, something closer to winsome than before.
Eyas, Catcher... You know each other?
As unexpected as his voice was to her tilting ears, the painted mare is filled with such a feeling of gratifying nostalgia, and readily meets his pale, questioning gaze with a nod of affirmation and timid grin. “I think we’ve known each other for nearly as long as I’ve known you, Tana, or something like that.” Different questions rise to her conscious front, and she ponders how her two closest companions might’ve come to know each other, but she hasn’t the chance to ask it, as the stallion has already turned towards excusing himself from their company. “No no, don’t go, Tana. I mean..” she pauses to shoot a glance towards Eyas, uncertain of what her own attitude might be in regards towards him joining them, “I can only speak for myself, but I’d love nothing more than for you to stay.”
The dreamer’s gaze turns hopeful then and lets herself slip into an easy spell of present calm - the first time she’s been able to do so in years.
CATCHER
caught in the afterglow
@[Eyas]
