they promised that dreams can come true
Ori is surprised at how she feels the distance between them. Where they connected and touched is warm and tingling and alive, and without her mother wrapped around her she is keenly aware of her own skin now. Strange, it’s a sensation she has never known before, and she doesn’t know what to make of it now. Some part of her just wants to rush back into that hug, to stay there until the sun went down and the stars were the only light to see by. The rest of her doesn’t know how to bridge a distance that she has grown so used to, and she is paralyzed by indecision rather than anger.
What had she expected to feel? She always knew there would be a day when her mothers resurfaced from their dream coma, and perhaps yes, she had expected to feel anger. Anger at being left behind. No, the truth was that anger was not the right word. Anger was the cover for the simple truth that it hurt, that it hurt more than she could put to words that Kagerus chose Solace over Ori when Ori needed her parents. When neither could even be bothered to make sure their child was taken care of.
It was hard to blame Solace, who had been too sick to do much of anything. Ori didn’t expect anything of her mother but to survive in this, and perhaps that’s why she finds no anger now and only a little hurt. Would she be so easily forgiving when faced with Kagerus? That, she didn’t know, and she doesn’t dwell on it. Instead, she takes in her mother’s face, on her voice, on the realness of this moment that she does not doubt.
Her mother’s words startle her, and Ori’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh,” she says, softly startled. She’s expected her mothers to stay in the Cove. It was where they belonged, or so she thought in her limited knowledge of them. Ori doesn’t offer to bring her to Loess. That feels wrong and selfishly, she wants to keep the life she has built for herself to herself. If her mother found herself there, then so be it, but Ori doubted Loess was the sort of place Solace wanted to be anyway.
Instead, her mother says that she might just stay here for a while, and that seems right. Ori closes the distance again, reaching up to pull a few leaves from her mother’s mane, though whatever parts of her mother that have faded out simply let the leaves flutter to the ground. “You are kind of a mess,” she says, and not in the way a child might point out the obvious but in the way a girl growing up might realize that she is, in fact, growing up. “What can I do?”
What had she expected to feel? She always knew there would be a day when her mothers resurfaced from their dream coma, and perhaps yes, she had expected to feel anger. Anger at being left behind. No, the truth was that anger was not the right word. Anger was the cover for the simple truth that it hurt, that it hurt more than she could put to words that Kagerus chose Solace over Ori when Ori needed her parents. When neither could even be bothered to make sure their child was taken care of.
It was hard to blame Solace, who had been too sick to do much of anything. Ori didn’t expect anything of her mother but to survive in this, and perhaps that’s why she finds no anger now and only a little hurt. Would she be so easily forgiving when faced with Kagerus? That, she didn’t know, and she doesn’t dwell on it. Instead, she takes in her mother’s face, on her voice, on the realness of this moment that she does not doubt.
Her mother’s words startle her, and Ori’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh,” she says, softly startled. She’s expected her mothers to stay in the Cove. It was where they belonged, or so she thought in her limited knowledge of them. Ori doesn’t offer to bring her to Loess. That feels wrong and selfishly, she wants to keep the life she has built for herself to herself. If her mother found herself there, then so be it, but Ori doubted Loess was the sort of place Solace wanted to be anyway.
Instead, her mother says that she might just stay here for a while, and that seems right. Ori closes the distance again, reaching up to pull a few leaves from her mother’s mane, though whatever parts of her mother that have faded out simply let the leaves flutter to the ground. “You are kind of a mess,” she says, and not in the way a child might point out the obvious but in the way a girl growing up might realize that she is, in fact, growing up. “What can I do?”
Oriash
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too
@[Solace]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission