Oriash
they promised that dreams can come true
She stayed of her own free will. Despite knowing that Castile sees her as a win in his endless war and a tool to be used for later, she stayed. Why? It was a good question, one that she couldn’t quite answer. The place felt like home for some reason, even if she barely knew the residents or why it felt like home. It simply did, and so she stayed. Stayed in the place that didn’t seem to mind her, that noticed her even if it noticed her for all the wrong reasons. She wasn’t so blind as to not know what she was, in a way, agreeing too. It was worth trying, worth deciding if this was who she wanted to be. Because she wanted to be more than what she was, more than a pawn in someone else’s game that she didn’t even understand.
But then again, how could she be more when she couldn’t tell the difference between illusion and reality, when her mothers flickered in and out of her life like the spirits they had become to her. They plagued her less now, ever since Solace had found her. Still, sometimes they appear for short bursts before she banishes them. Ori didn’t blame Solace for getting sick, for nearly dying, just as Solace didn’t blame Ori for being the cause of that. She had no ill will and the lack of hard feelings seemed to keep her illusion at bay. Kagerus, on the other hand, she couldn’t help but blame. Kagerus could have stayed – should have stayed – but her mother deserted her for her lover instead of a child that needed her. She simply didn’t want to see her face, and so she never let them linger.
Still, sometimes the world changed without her noticing. Sometimes she dreamed of the black beaches of the Cove and they simply appeared, replacing the lake shore of Loess. That was the only thing she missed about the Cove, though it was a strange thing for her to miss. Why miss the place where you found yourself alone and abandoned? And yet, she did. Today though, the world remains as it should be, chilly but bright beneath the midday sun. The weather was slowly getting warming, creeping back to summer. Time crawled and flew, all at once.
With nothing to do, as is usually the case in her life, she finds herself simply wandering about Loess. It’s quiet lately, but eventually she spots a familiar form, and a small smile spreads onto her lips. She hadn’t seen Pteron, perhaps the closest thing to a friend that she had, in months now and she finds herself glad to stumble upon him today. She makes her way over at a quick walk, nickering lightly in greeting as she approaches. “Pteron,” she says simply, “It’s good to see you.”
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.
@[Pteron]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission