Oriash
they promised that dreams can come true
Ori has no experience with the faeries, though she has heard plenty of stories. They sound like less than pleasant creatures and she finds herself mildly thankful that she’s never felt the urge to go seek their blessing. Perhaps someday, but she is content for now with the power given to her. What more does she need, really, other than the ability to be certain of reality? Yet to ask for that seems like a quick recipe to have her illisionism taken away, and she isn’t sure who she is without worlds at her fingertips.
No, Ori would far rather lose sight of what was real than lose the ability to create. After all, it had been her own companion growing up, even if it cruelly showed her the life she never got to have. Ori had made her own memories, in a way.
Today, so far, has been a mild winter day, which Ori finds herself thankful for. Her coat is long and warm, but still, the biting wind gets to her somedays anyway. Without it though, it is a nice enough day to wander through Loess. It doesn’t take long for a mare to catch her attention. To be fair, she is the kind that’s rather hard to miss; bright pink and purple, with yellow fins instead of a mane, the mare looks rather out of place in Loess entirely. They were not a sea friendly place, after all.
The other mare moves stiffly, looking a little worse for wear. Ori seems to be running into that sort lately. Maybe being kind is her calling, or maybe she just can’t help becoming her damn mothers, but she makes her way over. “You okay?” she asks, coming to settle a polite distance away from the other mare, waiting to see if she needed any help or could use some company.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.
@[Rebelle]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission