Oriash
they promised that dreams can come true
She doesn’t know exactly what she wants – not yet. How could she? How can she know anything when she has experienced so little? For all the hardships of her childhood, her life was not truly hard. Yes, her mothers had left her but Dawn had taken care of her. Yes, she’d been stolen away, but she found solace and a home in the place she was whisked away to. Her life was daydreams and nightmares, it was painting and weaving and changing the world to whatever she desired. Yet she didn’t know what she desired.
The thing she had learned so far is that fear or power are not the ways to someone’s heart, but the things they most love. Nightmares were fear and shadows and darkness, all things that someone can overcome. Whether the goal is to get at someone’s heart to comfort, to befriend, to care for as Solace might have done for her other children or to get at someone’s heart to break it in pieces, as she suspects Castile might do, it doesn’t matter. The most effective way is always the same.
This much she has learned by simply being, by wandering, by practicing, by seeing the way Pteron’s face changed at the sight of his dead brother. She hadn’t intended to use the memory to learn what she learned, and she had no intentions of using it against her perhaps one true friend, but it had been a lesson. A lesson that she needed to understand.
Her gift was so much more than she had once thought, and she was beginning to understand that. The question was not what could she do, but rather what did she want to do with it? Who did she want to be? Her gift was so much more than just a blur between reality and illusion, so much more than just her shaky grip on fact version fiction. It was the power to bring them all to their knees or raise them higher.
Staying here already felt like a choice, like a baby step down a path that she knew she would one day head down.
He tells her she can stay, and she would have laughed to know that it brought him pleasure to think of how the choice would make Kagerus angry. Solace had accepted it, without question. Solace had found her. Kagerus though…well, Ori had no interest in making her mother proud.
He reaches forward to brush her forelock, a gesture she finds strange though she doesn’t stop him. Contact is not something she really understands, not something she had grown up with. Even here, she was mostly alone, and knew little else besides such solidarity. She almost laughs at his comment though, and though she doesn’t, her lips twist in something of a smirk. “Should I be flattered?” she asks in that matter-of-fact way she has perfected, and yet there’s a hint of sarcasm in her voice, a hint of growing up.
She pauses for a moment, before adding. “What can I do?” and though she doesn’t clarify, she is sure he understands. What can she do for Loess? For herself?
Who will she be?
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.
@[Castile]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission