07-19-2017, 05:36 AM
The powerful, the ancient- they cannot be allowed to act indefinitely. That is why they hibernate.
It wasn't as though she was intending to find her "other side" so... easily. Her fingers traced the petals of a sunflower that sprang from the ground as she took a step, though they passed through when she applied any pressure. She wasn't really here. Her body had been discarded somewhere in the physical realm. A shame- she'd need to work on that one.
Though her shoes weren't truly touching it, the thick grass beneath her feet rippled out like water as she took slow, calculated steps through the ever-expanding field. In the corners of her vision she could see the edges of the field marred by the claw-like grasp of encroaching mountains, but as she turned, they disappeared. Whatever. It was a dream- dreams were dreams. They'd always and still be dreams, she told herself. They didn't and couldn't make sense.
She breathed in.
A riot of colors painted the grass as the ripples faded. Though she hadn't exactly intended to make flowers bloom, there they were. Her hand arced a simple path, painting another swath further away. Ah. Her eyes closed, but her feet kept moving. Slowly, casually, deliberately. She could recall in the very back of her mind what feeling this was, but she hadn't a name to give it. All she could tell herself was that she had felt it before, but so long ago she didn't have any memory of when.
She wasn't sure what she was thinking anymore. Through her closed eyes, all she saw were the colors she imagined drawing on the ground below her.
It wasn't as though she was intending to find her "other side" so... easily. Her fingers traced the petals of a sunflower that sprang from the ground as she took a step, though they passed through when she applied any pressure. She wasn't really here. Her body had been discarded somewhere in the physical realm. A shame- she'd need to work on that one.
Though her shoes weren't truly touching it, the thick grass beneath her feet rippled out like water as she took slow, calculated steps through the ever-expanding field. In the corners of her vision she could see the edges of the field marred by the claw-like grasp of encroaching mountains, but as she turned, they disappeared. Whatever. It was a dream- dreams were dreams. They'd always and still be dreams, she told herself. They didn't and couldn't make sense.
She breathed in.
A riot of colors painted the grass as the ripples faded. Though she hadn't exactly intended to make flowers bloom, there they were. Her hand arced a simple path, painting another swath further away. Ah. Her eyes closed, but her feet kept moving. Slowly, casually, deliberately. She could recall in the very back of her mind what feeling this was, but she hadn't a name to give it. All she could tell herself was that she had felt it before, but so long ago she didn't have any memory of when.
She wasn't sure what she was thinking anymore. Through her closed eyes, all she saw were the colors she imagined drawing on the ground below her.
Quote:just something to get me back into the mode of writing for her.
i have been procrastinating to hell and back finishing this as one post so i'm breaking it up into parts. bite m
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