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[Oriash]

Oriash

they promised that dreams can come true

Perhaps she should mind his demanding tone, but instead her lips curl, amused, at the command instead. He’s pulled at the darkness all around them, creating shadows where before there was sunshine filtering through the trees. She’d watched, quietly, as he came to the realization that she was not playing with shadows at all but with something else. It is one thing, certainly, to manipulate the world around you. A powerful thing, not to be taken lightly or ignored. And yet, it is another thing entirely to play with the mind, to remove all sense of reality or to create new realities. It was not more powerful, but it was powerful in a different way, the limits of what the natural world could create gone in the mind.

Rarely has she been presented with such an opportunity to show off. No, more than that, to show off in a way where she did not care to be kind or gentle or sweet. This was not a boy who needed kindness, and she finds herself drawn to the darkness of him. His coloring is anything but dark, and yet, there is something about him that screams of the shadows he wields around them.

First, she simply scatters the shadows, creating lighting that shouldn’t be able to burst through the trees as it does. It streams around them in brilliant rays, impossible or maybe simply improbable, illuminating the path along the forest floor. After a moment, she wipes away the forest all together. Now they stand on the top of the mountain, an icy wind whipping at their faces. Snow crunches beneath their hooves. Creating the mountain is easy, creating the cold is much harder and she lets the illusion go after a moment.

They are back in the forest in the blink of an eye. The light has returned to normal, and the shadows will have returned if he’d kept their grip on them. She can’t determine that part, and she doesn’t try to bring them back. “I can show you anything. What do you want to see?” That grin is back, the hint of something dark and alive creeping at its corners. Perhaps she ought to have denied him just to teach him some manners, but she would have denied herself too much pleasure in the process. What did she care about manners anyway?

but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.

@[Darkling]