03-25-2019, 03:46 PM
they promised that dreams can come true
“Mom!” she calls, face lighting up at the sight of both her mother’s. Oriash knows this can only be a dream, but her mother could manipulate dreams. Perhaps, just perhaps, she’d found a way to bring them to Ori in her sleep. It wasn’t perfect, but would be enough. This is not a dream though, and her parents are not here at all. They are simply a figment of her imagination brought to life by a power she doesn’t yet know she has. Her illusions are beautiful, near flawless (save for their uncontrollable nature), though perhaps they don’t yet project to others, perhaps they do. Ori though sees her mothers, hears them, spends the afternoon walking and talking with them in a dream world that she believes Kagerus shapes around them.
Their dream world, for lack of anything better to call it, is enchanting. It’s like the cove, but more than that. There’s a pleasant hum of life, but no one bothers them. They walk without breaking a sweat, though Ori truly is walking without realizing she’s going anywhere at all. Reality bleeds with illusion, the tree in real life still clinging to winter bright with leaves and flowers to Ori. They play, they laugh, she fills her mother’s in on the things that have happened since they went away. Went away, because they are not dead and they are not alive and they simply disappeared (though now, with Ori’s power concentrated elsewhere, they are likely visible in the brush again though she has not thought to check).
They fill her in on what Ori imagines the dream coma must be like, telling her stories of how they walk together on black sand beaches with perfectly blue waters every day, how they love her, how they think of her. These things may or may not be true, of course, but Ori’s illusions feed off her thoughts and emotions and she cannot know more than what she can imagine. Eventually, she finds herself in Hyaline, though she doesn’t quite realize it. It’s not until the land turns from rolling hills to mountains that she begins to be aware. Her mother’s flicker around her, the illusion fading in and out as panic sets in until she realizes where she is.
Not a strange land then, but a territory, a safe enough place except for the plague. Though she has little else to worry about, except that she doesn’t quite know how to return home. It would be easy if she could fly, but she can’t fly yet. For now she’s lucky that her gangly legs keep her upright. Flying would come in time, but for now she’s earthbound and lost. Her mothers disappear and she fears that she traveled too far from them, but no, that can’t be, can it? Can dreams and dreamers have limits? It’s a dream. It’s just a dream. It’d felt so real she’d forgotten.
She doesn’t wake up though, and the more she stands in this place the more she realizes it can’t be a dream. Did she sleepwalk? How could she see them, talk to them, spend time with them? It’s midday, the sun shining, but the world around her feels dark and quiet, her powers mixing with her uncertainty and reflecting her mood only around her. Ori, uncertain how to get home, stands there without the will to keep going, though she should, should try to find someone to help her. But who? What did she say? How did you explain getting lost in a dream?
Their dream world, for lack of anything better to call it, is enchanting. It’s like the cove, but more than that. There’s a pleasant hum of life, but no one bothers them. They walk without breaking a sweat, though Ori truly is walking without realizing she’s going anywhere at all. Reality bleeds with illusion, the tree in real life still clinging to winter bright with leaves and flowers to Ori. They play, they laugh, she fills her mother’s in on the things that have happened since they went away. Went away, because they are not dead and they are not alive and they simply disappeared (though now, with Ori’s power concentrated elsewhere, they are likely visible in the brush again though she has not thought to check).
They fill her in on what Ori imagines the dream coma must be like, telling her stories of how they walk together on black sand beaches with perfectly blue waters every day, how they love her, how they think of her. These things may or may not be true, of course, but Ori’s illusions feed off her thoughts and emotions and she cannot know more than what she can imagine. Eventually, she finds herself in Hyaline, though she doesn’t quite realize it. It’s not until the land turns from rolling hills to mountains that she begins to be aware. Her mother’s flicker around her, the illusion fading in and out as panic sets in until she realizes where she is.
Not a strange land then, but a territory, a safe enough place except for the plague. Though she has little else to worry about, except that she doesn’t quite know how to return home. It would be easy if she could fly, but she can’t fly yet. For now she’s lucky that her gangly legs keep her upright. Flying would come in time, but for now she’s earthbound and lost. Her mothers disappear and she fears that she traveled too far from them, but no, that can’t be, can it? Can dreams and dreamers have limits? It’s a dream. It’s just a dream. It’d felt so real she’d forgotten.
She doesn’t wake up though, and the more she stands in this place the more she realizes it can’t be a dream. Did she sleepwalk? How could she see them, talk to them, spend time with them? It’s midday, the sun shining, but the world around her feels dark and quiet, her powers mixing with her uncertainty and reflecting her mood only around her. Ori, uncertain how to get home, stands there without the will to keep going, though she should, should try to find someone to help her. But who? What did she say? How did you explain getting lost in a dream?
Oriash
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too
@Amet - respond to that however you want. You can see her mothers or not, see the weird darkness around her or not. Basically it's all illusions and she has no idea she can create them yet.