they promised that dreams come true
They are all uncertain and new at one point, even if they pretend not to be. It’s just a fact of life that they are all new. Sometimes that newness is simply youth, and sometimes it’s from a life change or a move. The question is whether they ever grow out of it or not. Ori certainly isn’t new anymore. Not to life, not to Beqanna. Her problem is instead that she’s never figured out how to outgrow the uncertainty. Maybe she never will.
She doesn’t know many illusionists either. It’s not a common trait, at least so far as she can find. Though the swath of powers in Beqanna is great and vast, she feels somewhat unique and, in this, isolated but also proud. It is a trait that Ori is particularly fond of, but of course, it is hers. There’s something a little special about feeling like she’s not just like everyone else, even if that was true of just about everyone in Beqanna (except for all the dragons…). ”Me either,” she agrees with a smile. The world was vast and beautiful in it’s own right, even without her creating new ones on top of it.
He begins to describe things to her, and her smile widens. When he says it’s too much, she simply shakes her head and begins. Once, it would have been too much, but Ori has had time enough to learn her skill well, and she is good at it now. A power that once haunted her, that once controlled her, now allows her to control the world instead. The volcano is first, growing out of the ground with a rumble and the sensation of vibrations beneath their feet. Hyaline’s lake is less familiar to her, but she tries based on what she knows, and something vaguely like it appears in the place he had indicated, though it might not be so exact. It is filled with ducks though, and they splash and quack happily in the clear blue water. The sky above them shimmers and shifts as she overlays gold glitter on the sky. It could be entirely gold, but in this, she adds her own touch, figuring he won’t mind. The grass beneath them turns blue, starting from the root and working it’s way up, though she leaves the tips of each blade green simply because she can.
Her smile is wide and her eyes are alight. This is Ori. This is the only version of her that knows how to live as she gets to make the world into anything. In some ways, it helps her remember that they world they live in is beautiful and magnificent, but it reminds her as well that things don’t have to stay the way they are. Nearby she paints her deer friends, which are so often seen near her. They come to her now without much effort, their ears pricked in the direction of Link and Ori, their eyes bright and alert. In the blue grass large flowers of all colors spring to life, dancing in an invisible wind.
The effort looks great, though because it is only herself and Link that see the changes, it is not so great as it might appear. Her magic gets harder with more viewers, though still, the concentration required to hold the illusion makes it difficult for her to have a conversation at the same time. There are so many pieces of it, but for a long moment, the world looks as they have dreamed and she allows them to revel in it before the world around them blinks back into its usual existence. ”Not too much at all. I love to paint,” she says with a smile, using her word for the illusions. That’s what it feels like after all - painting.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too
@Link
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission