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reality is what she makes - Oriash - 07-01-2019 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. but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too. @[Castile] if you have a minute....she'd like to officially stay RE: reality is what she makes - Castile - 07-09-2019 and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
It’s funny how easily time slips by like sand even through the smallest crevices. Each day passes by. Lately, it’s as though he takes a breath at dawn only to exhale and already be shrouded in the night’s shadow. Castile blames the war and the turbulence that he has helped create to awaken the slumbering world of Beqanna. Everything was happening so fast and suddenly he is struggling to keep stride. Oriash, the precious young child of the Cove, has exceeded her expected stay and yet Castile hasn’t the heart to dismiss her. Their prior interaction was brief as they strolled through the night back into Loess. What a quiet girl he thought then, but the prowess rippling beneath the surface gravitated him closer. Even when off in Tephra, even in Sylva, Oriash was still on his mind, quietly lurking just as she does in Loess. Her stoicism creeps into his thoughts and lures him from a brief stagnation. Sylva has been won, and now Loess’ riled nature has settled. His battle wound is puckered as it tries to heal, and his muscles groan exhaustedly when he leans into motion. Fortunately, he crests only single hill before seeing and reaching her. Observant and calculating eyes drink in the sight of her antlers. They reach greater heights now – has she truly been in Loess so long? Has time truly escaped him? – and pose a greater threat than what she had upon arrival. He doesn’t fear them, however, as he comfortably draws to a halt with a languid smile tilting his lips. ”Oriash,” he says her name as though she is a daughter, endearing and warm. Castile doesn’t mask his inner fondness of the girl, or his relief to still see her among them. ”You stayed,” he trails off, his voice gentled by the hope that she will continue to do so. castile @[Oriash] RE: reality is what she makes - Oriash - 07-16-2019 Oriash they promised that dreams can come true He finds her quickly, which surprises her. It was almost as if he’d been looking for her, and perhaps he had, or perhaps she’d simply been in the right place at the right time. After all, she doesn’t flatter herself to think that he really wants anything to do with her, and yet, he greets her in a way that feels fatherly, familial, and she finds herself even quieter than usual for a moment. You stayed… he says, and his voice is soft. Hopeful? Could he possibly be hopeful that she would stick around? but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too. @[Castile] RE: reality is what she makes - Castile - 07-17-2019 and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
Castile doesn’t understand why it’s so easy to treat her like this, like she is one of them and always has been. It’s effortless – his softened expression, his warm voice – and simply happens once Oriash is near enough to hear him and see him. Perhaps it is because she is Solace’s child. Although he was once bitter toward their destination changes, everything has settled. The dust has fallen and the animosity has dissipated. What he remembers now, and easily recalls, is Solace’s compassion. If the roles were reversed, she would be just as warm to his children. She would extend a hand and steady their wobbling steps in a new world. At night, she would probably even kiss their brow and wonder what could have been. And so he looks at Oriash fondly and scrutinizes her antlers that are so much like Kagerus’. He admires her like a proud father would before leveling his eyes onto hers. Innocently, hopefully, she peers up at him though month after month she grows and becomes less of a child. Soon, she will have a greater role to fill than idly wandering. She wants it, he gathers. She has some sort of ambition that influences her request, and who is he to deny her? The answer comes quickly to his lips, flirting with the edge of his tongue before finally saying, ”Yes, of course.” The contract has been signed, the wish fulfilled. A smile cuts across his face because although he is pleased to have her among them as another recruit, it gives him some satisfaction to have steered her from her birthright and birth home. Kagerus, especially, would be angry if she knew. But Castile says nothing of them, nothing of Oriash’s parents as he leans forward to brush her forelock rather playfully. ”I like you more than I thought I would,” he chuckles when his lips retract slowly from the warmth of her skin, the soft truth tumbling effortlessly from his mouth, because everything with her is effortless. castile @[Oriash] RE: reality is what she makes - Oriash - 07-22-2019 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. but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too. @[Castile] |