Oriash
they promised that dreams can come true
She doesn’t stop exploring. It’s like that first taste of candy for a child, a perfect high. The sky is a beautiful thing, the perfect path to see the world, to leave her self-made prison and live. She doesn’t stop, but finds new land after new land and returns to Loess and paints other worlds around her. Trees so large she’d never before thought to create them, but oh, they are not simply illusions but reality too. Moss that glows, fish so tiny they can barely be seen.
The world is full of wonders she never dreamed of.
It’s full of her mother, too. Still she is Kagerus’ child. Still she is not herself, not Ori. The shadow of her mother is a thing she cannot paint away, and she finds it darkens her, changes her, shapes her in a way such an absent mother never should. Strange that it isn’t until she finally begins to crest into adulthood that her absent mother should bother her so. Both mothers have always followed her, their illusions brought to life by her power, by the need of a tiny child for a parent. It was enough, and their presence never bothered her, never upset her.
Their illusions don’t come know unless called, and yet, the absence is worse. Before, perhaps, at least she could pretend they were around. Now? Now she could find no way to lie to herself. Kagerus did not care about her, and yet the world cared so very much for Kagerus (some in good ways and others bad, but the reason did not matter). Ori didn’t want to be her mother’s daughters. She wanted to be herself.
Maybe she explores so eagerly now in order to turn herself into something new, to make a name for herself and not simply as the child of Kagerus. Maybe. Or maybe she’s just trying to outrun it all.
The why doesn’t matter, in the end. Getting out has to be a good thing, and so today she finds herself in the meadow. It is a simply enough place, a blank canvas. The day is sunny and warm, the flowers not yet in bloom but around her they bloom anyway. Some grow to be as large as she is, towering above her, creating shade. The shade is hard to get right. Light is tricky, and she finds herself standing there trying to get it exactly right. Not quite exploring, anymore, but it seems likely enough someone would catch sight of the unnatural flower and come to investigate, and so she doesn’t bother to find anyone else. Mastering the creation of shade seems more important.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.
@[Erio]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission