Oriash
they promised that dreams can come true
He has grown as well, and there’s no denying the fact that he’s no longer a child. Not that it has been so terribly long, and he had been older than her before as well, but still, somehow the time felt vast and important these last 6 months. Like somehow everything had changed in those months, and perhaps they had. Pteron had settled elsewhere, she assumes, or simply decided not to settle in Loess. Whereas Ori had decided to stay, decided not to return home, not to reclaim her birthright, but to build a life somewhere fresh and new.
Well, fresh and new to a point. No matter what she did, Ori somehow seemed to carry around the shadow of her mother’s. They didn’t appear now (usually) without her actively doing so, and yet she was rarely seen as anything but the stolen child of Solace and Kagerus. It was a mantle she was growing tired of carrying, a skin she wanted to shed.
He greets her warmly enough, and it’s the first time she finds herself relaxing into a conversation. How strange, she thinks, and how pleasant. “Where did you end up?” she asks, having a vague idea of where he might have gone but she wasn’t entirely sure. Loess had stretched itself across a lot of Beqanna – too much, she’s beginning to think, but that’s not a thought she shares aloud.
Then he asks about her, and the truth is, she’s done very little besides wander around Loess and work on her illusions. Perhaps she ought to get out more and go meet some horses or something, or at least see Beqanna, but she finds she rarely leaves. Instead of answering, she sticks out a wing and lets it vanish, painting it away. This was a harder skill to master on moving targets, constantly keeping the world around herself correct in her illusion, but she’d been getting better at it.
She gives him a bit of a playful grin, clearly remembering how they met. And then, after a moment, she vanishes, creating the illusion of a breeze around them like some weird magic was at work. After a moment, she reappears with a slight shrug and a small, amused grin. “Practicing.”
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.
@[Pteron]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission