Am I wrong?
The distant consciousness has unfamiliar facets which set her on edge, and Solace resists. A flash of panic flairs in her breast, its intensity sending volts of electricity through her sleeping body. She is well acquainted with the dangers of entering such a vulnerable space with another - anyone other than Kagerus would always be another.
But her fear is as quick as it is powerful and her pale lips set into hard battle lines.
She has been wary for too long.
The dreamer reaches for Solace and her ward again, stretching themselves thin across the miles, and Solace waits. She was cautious by nature, but the possibility that her mate is here leaves her recklessly motionless. Despite what is at risks and all her self-control, she unable to leave what she wanted most of all.
"Kagerus," there is a power behind her voice as it breaks across the ethereal plain and they physical, and it does the trick. The other finds her, touching her as their consciousnesses meet. Solace's doubts are erased and it's as if all the heaviness in her heart is suddenly freed.
The feeling of the fall, the feeling of the high kicking in.
"Oh, my love."
But the moment doesn't last. Time and space pull them apart again, these trivialities. The line between magic and real is blurred and Solace stands, unable to wait passively for the connection to re-appear. Ice cracks and slides off her wings and back as she rises, Clegane stirs blinking at the strange blue light which emits from his guardian.
"I'm here." Solace calls then bites her tongue to better listen to the echo of her lover's name across the dreamscape. As she listens she realizes there is a place where the sound did not bounce off the emptiness and return to her, a darkness richer than the rest, and she falls into it. But the dream is not stable -flickering out as she opens her eyes to see the place where she had bedded down for the night hours ago.
It is midnight, but it is not dark. Solace is intangible, and a pale light radiates from her chest. No longer cautious, Solace persists as a beacon in the gloomy Riverlands. The fear of Clegane's nameless attacker is gone, the dread of being found out a memory.
Bathed in ghostly light, Clegane stands behind her, quiet and uncomfortable. He is unsure and a little unsettled by his usually predictable SoSo's actions and the thought of who he is about to meet.
we are the ever-living ghost of what once was
