Sea Salt & Sugar // Abysm

[abysm]

Dreams are a lot like the tides of a sea. Pushed and pulled. Subject to moon and nature. Dreams are like that too — pushed and pulled but it is where they would be subject to the dreamer’s nature that things get interesting. 

He has only ever manipulated dreams in small doses. For familial good like keeping his father happy even when the golden stallion sleeps. If anything he experimented more so on himself by manipulating his own dreams until the nighttime feats left him exhausted and grouchy in the morning. Growing pains, he supposed as he exercised his gift and pushed it to the limits time in and time out again.

Abysm was even daydreaming at a greater frequency now.

Before he knows it, he’s dreamed himself right out of spring and into winter. Not really but that’s how it feels with the loss of time hitting him hard. He doesn’t think he’s missed much but knows that so much can happen in the blink of an eye. Has he really missed much as one season became another? Abysm doesn’t think so mor can he quite find it in himself to care — politics were not half as interesting as dreams...

Yet something drew him out this day. 

Out of Hyaline as the sense of adventure dogged his heels. The snow might have slowed him down but certainly did not stop him! Not even as that adventurous sense pushed at him eager to pull a dream from him as much as each and every certain step he took. 

He seemed years older than a child should but his dreams had begun to age him that much quicker. 

He could have dreamed as he walked but there was danger in that.

Then he heard her and the high yearning note of girlish sweetness in her voice gave him reason to pause. His dished face swings in her direction as his bold curious eyes find hers - his eyes are full of unasked questions and a smidgen of surprise that she even spoke to him at all. Usually adults talked to him, comparing him to his mother. He wasn’t sure what he saw in her eyes but his face lay somewhere between wariness and hope.

“Hurry up!” he calls jovially to the filly. “It’s too cold to just stand around here.” a hint of a smile plays about his lips.

@[Sibyl]