Her dreams feel lifeless when she floats alone in them - black-and-white with muddled sound and slow movements. Solace slogs through the monotony of them, not recalling any details once morning comes, and not wishing she had. She passively dreams now - these tasteless dreams where her feet never touch the ground - until she feels the golden touch of another mind against her own.
Kagerus - her wife, her dreamer, her warrior, but always hers.
A breath of color washes across the sleeping mare's dreamscape as her mate steps into her subconscious world. But the visit is brief, just long enough for Solace to identify the nook of the cove where she dreams, and she shakes away her sleep as Kagerus withdraws.
Eager to find her queen in the flesh, the gold and cream pegasus gallops across the hills, and she doesn't need the light to know the way. Silently, the lovers unite, communicating with a touch what doesn't have to be said in words.
Kagerus conjures worlds for them to fall into, effortlessly imagining a handful of enticing suggestions. Places they can lose themselves in and leave the weight of the real world behind flick past her vision and Solace sighs a deep sigh of contentment.
Maybe it's because it comes first, or maybe because it is so different from anything they have experienced before, but her subconsciousness clings to the first set of images presented to her mind's eye. Solace fills in the gaps of the warm, playful world Kagerus suggested - sketcking the faces of the crowd and the gaudy booths of nomadic vendors. A place where they could be loud, and careless with their smiles. The perfect mixture of twinkling lights and shadowy corners for secret love-making.
And far off, beyond the sound of laughter and tin-box melodies, the mountains of Hyaline keep silent vigil.
Good choice, my love
The fall is exhilarating (a thrill that is made even more exiting because of what it signals) as the world assembles its self for their benefit in elaborate detail. The air is warm, sultry, almost sticky, and full of music, and as Solace stretches across their clasped hands she tastes pink sugar on her date's lips.
"You look great, as always," she says, withdrawing from her little display of affection and letting her eyes absorb every detail of the way her wife chose to express herself in this dream. "But one thing's missing." Solace reaches a lithe hand and traces her thumb along the bridge of Kag's nose and along her cheekbone. The gold bangles around her wrist clink musically as Solace manipulates the dream and leaving a scar in her touch's trail.
"Perfect," she smiles, daring Kag to contradict her decision with a coy smile of her rosy lips. "Now please tell me you feel like dancing too."
we are the ever-living ghost of what once was
@[Kagerus]
