they promised that dreams can come true
She finds herself strangely content here, in a land where she knows no one but the King who stole her away in the dead of night. Why? It’s hard to say. It’s not as if she’s gotten to know anyone here or found herself welcomed with open arms. Yet, she recalls the way Castile looked at her when he realized what she could do, the way he actually paid attention as if she were something more than a nuisance. Which was unfair, she knows, because Dawn never considered her such that she could tell, but it still felt like it sometimes. Maybe the truth was that the Cove would always simply hold the cloud of her parents betrayal and so anywhere would feel more welcoming than there.
She has spent much of her time working on her power, though her mothers still trail her on a regular basis. They are not with her today, thankfully, though one occasion one of them flickers in and out of sight. Maybe she’s gaining some control, or maybe she’s still just reeling from the fact that her actual mother had come back. Solace, the one she’d honestly never expected to see again, had found her. It threw a bit of a monkey wrench in the bitterness she’d been feeding off of since they’d left her in the first place, though still, they’d left her.
Today she decides to wander, to see what surprises Loess has up its sleeve without her painting over the canvas again and again. Small illusions trail her though, afterthoughts that she can’t quite control. They are harmless things, merely extra pops of color, friendly wildlife – the things of a little girls dream. Ori doesn’t paint nightmares, having already sorted out that giving someone the thing they love is far more painful. Letting them know it’s there but not truly there…well, she knows what it feels like. Her power does this to her regularly, presenting to her the parents she’d only wished she’d had.
Life teems around her, this place more active than she remembers even the Cove being. Yet somehow, Ori remains invisible, enjoying rather than engaging. She is not, however, invisible. That is a thing she has not yet mastered. The particularly of creating invisibility are still beyond her, though she understands that it will involve creating a more fluid illusion of landscape than she has yet begun to practice. One day though. Perhaps tomorrow. Today, she simply uses her status as child and prisoner to remain unseen.
She has spent much of her time working on her power, though her mothers still trail her on a regular basis. They are not with her today, thankfully, though one occasion one of them flickers in and out of sight. Maybe she’s gaining some control, or maybe she’s still just reeling from the fact that her actual mother had come back. Solace, the one she’d honestly never expected to see again, had found her. It threw a bit of a monkey wrench in the bitterness she’d been feeding off of since they’d left her in the first place, though still, they’d left her.
Today she decides to wander, to see what surprises Loess has up its sleeve without her painting over the canvas again and again. Small illusions trail her though, afterthoughts that she can’t quite control. They are harmless things, merely extra pops of color, friendly wildlife – the things of a little girls dream. Ori doesn’t paint nightmares, having already sorted out that giving someone the thing they love is far more painful. Letting them know it’s there but not truly there…well, she knows what it feels like. Her power does this to her regularly, presenting to her the parents she’d only wished she’d had.
Life teems around her, this place more active than she remembers even the Cove being. Yet somehow, Ori remains invisible, enjoying rather than engaging. She is not, however, invisible. That is a thing she has not yet mastered. The particularly of creating invisibility are still beyond her, though she understands that it will involve creating a more fluid illusion of landscape than she has yet begun to practice. One day though. Perhaps tomorrow. Today, she simply uses her status as child and prisoner to remain unseen.
Oriash
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too
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