06-27-2015, 12:10 AM
Claraina awoke with a start, realizing she had eventually cried herself to sleep. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes with a fist, she stretched and then yawned before bringing the stuffed animal gripped in her other hand up into her line of sight. She knew she had not had it before drifting off into slumber and, while she could not be certain, she believed she had not slept for long and there was no one within walking distance that could have given it to her. Then came the realization that she had brought it into being from a desire for companionship, summoned by the strength Mana gave her. "Omnilium, Mana; whatever it is called, it gave you to me, Tiggerias Barthalamew Carine. My little Tigger." So named, she hugged the animal tightly before letting her eyes roam.
The rest had given her time to recover and reboot. With a clearer head she again studied her surroundings. If she squinted and shaded her eyes from all directions with both hands, she could just make out the fact that each of the distant doorways was different from one another. It was clear to her this realm existed as a crossroads from which one could reach all manner of destinations. Claraina had personal doubts as to these nine being the only realities.
"Verses," the child said to Tigger in a soft and somber voice, still not entirely happy with her current predicament. "Omni said that this was the Omniverse." Standing and spinning on a heel with a finger to her chin, her friend caught in the crook of her other arm, Claraina thought as she carelessly twirled with the perfect balance of a ballerina. "Without Omnilium, you are nothing. If you are nothing, you are dead. If you are dead, you have no life. All life comes from Mana. Omnilium. Whichever." The momentum of her twist came to a close and she settled her feet, standing tall with her back to the fountain and Tigger in her out-stretched hands. After a soft sigh she said in a whisper, "Your life in the palm of my hands."
"I will find it if I desire it," she paraphrased more loudly the God of this Omniverse, realizing that just like all life, should her Will and want of power be sufficient she would find it. If she ever wished to leave this place and return to her home, it was theoretically possible for her to acquire the strength necessary to make it so. Bringing Tigger close, she stroked tenderly at his little ears. Then she told him, "We have much to do, my dear."
Claraina's decision was clear. Out of sitting there and wallowing in misery or going and doing something about it there was only one choice she would make. "Besides," she said to her friend with a chipper and song-like tone of voice while crouching, "We will always be together!" Then she sprung up from the ground while spinning rapidly. The twirl of her long twin-tails made her like a geyser of gore spraying upward from the edge of the fountain. At the summit of her jump the curtain parted and from this far off she could just make out a natural looking archway of wood and greenery.
After her landing, Claraina headed Northeast towards The Tangled Green, merrily whistling a simple tune to Tigger and herself as she skipped, covering several meters with each prancing bound.
The rest had given her time to recover and reboot. With a clearer head she again studied her surroundings. If she squinted and shaded her eyes from all directions with both hands, she could just make out the fact that each of the distant doorways was different from one another. It was clear to her this realm existed as a crossroads from which one could reach all manner of destinations. Claraina had personal doubts as to these nine being the only realities.
"Verses," the child said to Tigger in a soft and somber voice, still not entirely happy with her current predicament. "Omni said that this was the Omniverse." Standing and spinning on a heel with a finger to her chin, her friend caught in the crook of her other arm, Claraina thought as she carelessly twirled with the perfect balance of a ballerina. "Without Omnilium, you are nothing. If you are nothing, you are dead. If you are dead, you have no life. All life comes from Mana. Omnilium. Whichever." The momentum of her twist came to a close and she settled her feet, standing tall with her back to the fountain and Tigger in her out-stretched hands. After a soft sigh she said in a whisper, "Your life in the palm of my hands."
"I will find it if I desire it," she paraphrased more loudly the God of this Omniverse, realizing that just like all life, should her Will and want of power be sufficient she would find it. If she ever wished to leave this place and return to her home, it was theoretically possible for her to acquire the strength necessary to make it so. Bringing Tigger close, she stroked tenderly at his little ears. Then she told him, "We have much to do, my dear."
Claraina's decision was clear. Out of sitting there and wallowing in misery or going and doing something about it there was only one choice she would make. "Besides," she said to her friend with a chipper and song-like tone of voice while crouching, "We will always be together!" Then she sprung up from the ground while spinning rapidly. The twirl of her long twin-tails made her like a geyser of gore spraying upward from the edge of the fountain. At the summit of her jump the curtain parted and from this far off she could just make out a natural looking archway of wood and greenery.
After her landing, Claraina headed Northeast towards The Tangled Green, merrily whistling a simple tune to Tigger and herself as she skipped, covering several meters with each prancing bound.
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