04-08-2019, 10:28 AM
they promised that dreams can come true
She is not startled when the mare approaches, though she doesn’t get up. It was hard not to hear them, after all, the giggling of the two foals obvious enough on a generally quiet day. Their giggles mingled with the lapping of the ocean, both doing their best to drown out her sorrow. Ori had siblings, she knew, but she had no idea where they were or how to find them. Maybe they were here, maybe they were elsewhere. Solace and Kagerus had never been able to introduce them, though she thinks now that they could have. Maybe Solace didn’t have the strength, but Kagerus certainly did. She could have left Solace, if only briefly, to show Ori her home, her family, the friends that she could have made.
Doubt creeps in to the beautiful picture she had of her mothers, tinging the edges of her memories black and hazy. Her parents loved her, yes, but they loved each other more. Solace came first, and she supposes they tried to love her in their months together, but had they truly? If they loved her first, wouldn’t they have done more than simply keep her sheltered and then leave her to fend for herself? What kind of love was that but selfish love? They stayed together, even when they didn’t have to, and kept their daughter only so long as it suited them.
Around her, the earth begins to turn black, like shadows creeping out of her darkening memories, though they fade at the sound of the mare’s voice. Ori clambers to her feet, legs long and gangly beneath her though she would grow into them eventually. Her wings help to steady her, and she turns to face the mare she vaguely recognizes. Sometimes her mother’s would describe their friends, and if Ori is correct, this is Dawn (though she can’t be sure without asking). The possibility puts her at ease though, unworried here in the Cove despite knowing nothing and no one.
“Gone,” Ori says, trying to keep the strange combination of sadness and anger from her voice. “Mom said something about a…a dream coma.” Ori stumbles over the last bit, and her only vague understanding of what that means is clear enough in the way she pronounces the words, almost like trying to talk through cotton. “I’m not hurt. I just don’t know where to go.”
Doubt creeps in to the beautiful picture she had of her mothers, tinging the edges of her memories black and hazy. Her parents loved her, yes, but they loved each other more. Solace came first, and she supposes they tried to love her in their months together, but had they truly? If they loved her first, wouldn’t they have done more than simply keep her sheltered and then leave her to fend for herself? What kind of love was that but selfish love? They stayed together, even when they didn’t have to, and kept their daughter only so long as it suited them.
Around her, the earth begins to turn black, like shadows creeping out of her darkening memories, though they fade at the sound of the mare’s voice. Ori clambers to her feet, legs long and gangly beneath her though she would grow into them eventually. Her wings help to steady her, and she turns to face the mare she vaguely recognizes. Sometimes her mother’s would describe their friends, and if Ori is correct, this is Dawn (though she can’t be sure without asking). The possibility puts her at ease though, unworried here in the Cove despite knowing nothing and no one.
“Gone,” Ori says, trying to keep the strange combination of sadness and anger from her voice. “Mom said something about a…a dream coma.” Ori stumbles over the last bit, and her only vague understanding of what that means is clear enough in the way she pronounces the words, almost like trying to talk through cotton. “I’m not hurt. I just don’t know where to go.”
Oriash
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too
@Dawn