Oriash
they promised that dreams can come true
Time passes without her truly noticing. Life changes, hers included, and with it she changes, though this too she only sort of notices. She is not quite grown, but almost, her baby fuzz gone and her filling out around the edges, beautiful but strange and nothing remarkable in Beqanna. Her mind doesn’t feel changed though. Most days she still feels like a child, even if she isn’t, but it’s hard to imagine growing up. Yet she is growing up, chafing at the confines and boredom and uselessness.
Winter has come, and she tries to recall when exactly she’d come to Loess. Had she wintered here already? Must have, she thinks, as she walks through the now familiar land. The reality of seasons, like the reality of most things, escapes her though, and she can never quite put herself in a particular time and place. After all, reality was what she made of it.
It is vastly clear she has no intentions of leaving Loess though, of returning to the Cove. Perhaps it was clear the moment he stole her away, when she left quietly as a child, when she should have wept and wailed and instead simply following, curious, in his wake. They have not spoken for over a year, captor and captive, and the meeting she seeks today is long overdue. Some part of her wonders how recognizable she is, though she knows that her coloring alone makes her obvious. If it weren’t for the blue leopard spots though, does she still look the same?
Her antlers have grown, the weight heavy on her head. She is lean and long now, still with a bit too much leg but most of her fits together nicely. Her wings have grown, strong enough to be used and carry her places, though Ori still finds herself mostly tethered to the ground. The sky does not beckon her, though on occasion she visits it anyway for a change. She is something, now. Something more than a child, though she does not yet know what that something is.
It is the beginning of that question she seeks today.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.
@[Castile] if you have a minute....she'd like to officially stay
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