04-08-2019, 08:59 AM
they promised that dreams can come true
It doesn’t take long for someone to find her. She freezes at the sight of him, realizing she’s alone in this place she doesn’t know with a stallion approaching who may not want her here. This may be a territory of her home, but she’s no longer a princess and she doesn’t have much reason to trust. Though she didn’t have much reason not to trust, either. His words are kind and the mention of her mothers is reassuring, and she relaxes then, glad to have been found at all. Because she had managed to get herself lost, though she still couldn’t quite understand how she had done so.
To see her mothers she had to be dreaming. There was no other way. Yet had she truly sleepwalked her way into an entire other kingdom? That seems impossible. The cove was all beaches and rolling the hills. Hyaline was craggy and mountainous, and she can’t imagine managing the difference in terrain in her sleep. For that matter, how could she have gone so far without waking? As is, she is young enough still that going so far was a feat in and of itself. Going so far without realizing it? That was an act of mystery and magic she did not understand.
The truth of the situation doesn’t dawn on her. She doesn’t realize he asks after her mothers because he too had seen them. Ori looks so like her parents that she simply assumes he placed her by her coloring, an easy thing to do when your parents were as distinct and well known as hers. Were? Had been? Are? She doesn’t even know what tense to think of them in. They weren’t dead, but they weren’t alive either.
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “They’re gone.” Gone because, just like the tense, she doesn’t know the right word either. They’d explained, or tried to, and she’d stayed and watched as they slipped into some other world, some other life together. She’d stayed well past that, not knowing what she was supposed to do or where she was supposed to go. In that time they’d vanished, and she had no idea their bodies would be visible now, hidden then by a power she does not know she wields.
Maybe if her mothers had had more time with her they would have recognized what she could do, trained her, explained it to her. Maybe if they had paid more attention to her in the time they did have – they tried to love her, but Solace and her failing health always came first. She did not doubt their love, but their love for one another was stronger still. As it stands now, she has no idea that she creates worlds with a mere thought, changes reality, shifts it to whatever she dreams. It’s never real, of course, but it feels real, looks real. And what is real, anyway, but what you see and feel and believe?
Her mothers had been with her, and then they hadn’t, and she doesn’t know how any of it happened.
She stares at the stranger for a beat too long, taking in his strange skin, his height, his kind eyes. “I think I’m lost. I don’t know how I got here,” she finally admits, voice quiet and confused. That was all she was. Lost. What was life without her mothers? That life would have come to her, of course, but not so young. What kind of parents simply left their tiny child and made no other arrangements? Hers, apparently. And so she finds herself here, in Hyaline, at the hands of a scaled golden stallion and without a clue.
She did not like feeling so helpless.
To see her mothers she had to be dreaming. There was no other way. Yet had she truly sleepwalked her way into an entire other kingdom? That seems impossible. The cove was all beaches and rolling the hills. Hyaline was craggy and mountainous, and she can’t imagine managing the difference in terrain in her sleep. For that matter, how could she have gone so far without waking? As is, she is young enough still that going so far was a feat in and of itself. Going so far without realizing it? That was an act of mystery and magic she did not understand.
The truth of the situation doesn’t dawn on her. She doesn’t realize he asks after her mothers because he too had seen them. Ori looks so like her parents that she simply assumes he placed her by her coloring, an easy thing to do when your parents were as distinct and well known as hers. Were? Had been? Are? She doesn’t even know what tense to think of them in. They weren’t dead, but they weren’t alive either.
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “They’re gone.” Gone because, just like the tense, she doesn’t know the right word either. They’d explained, or tried to, and she’d stayed and watched as they slipped into some other world, some other life together. She’d stayed well past that, not knowing what she was supposed to do or where she was supposed to go. In that time they’d vanished, and she had no idea their bodies would be visible now, hidden then by a power she does not know she wields.
Maybe if her mothers had had more time with her they would have recognized what she could do, trained her, explained it to her. Maybe if they had paid more attention to her in the time they did have – they tried to love her, but Solace and her failing health always came first. She did not doubt their love, but their love for one another was stronger still. As it stands now, she has no idea that she creates worlds with a mere thought, changes reality, shifts it to whatever she dreams. It’s never real, of course, but it feels real, looks real. And what is real, anyway, but what you see and feel and believe?
Her mothers had been with her, and then they hadn’t, and she doesn’t know how any of it happened.
She stares at the stranger for a beat too long, taking in his strange skin, his height, his kind eyes. “I think I’m lost. I don’t know how I got here,” she finally admits, voice quiet and confused. That was all she was. Lost. What was life without her mothers? That life would have come to her, of course, but not so young. What kind of parents simply left their tiny child and made no other arrangements? Hers, apparently. And so she finds herself here, in Hyaline, at the hands of a scaled golden stallion and without a clue.
She did not like feeling so helpless.
Oriash
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too
@Amet