Oriash
they promised that dreams can come true
Brunhilde and Isilme would both be sadly disappointed, if they could read minds. Ori didn’t stay in Loess because she disliked the Cove or because Isilme and Austra didn’t treat her like a blood sister. She held no ill-will toward the Cove itself. The land didn’t make her parents desert her, and even when they did, the land welcomed her with open arms. Ori will forever miss the black sand beaches of the Cove, the place that she would have died if Dawn hadn’t pulled her from the beach that day. It would have been a good place, and the Cove would have welcomed her warmly and with open arms into it.
Nor did she blame Isilme for not treating her as she treated Austra. Why would she? Ori did not share a womb with them, did not truly belong to their family, and was mostly just grateful to have been plucked from the brink of a death that she didn’t really want. They were hardly cruel and unpleasant step-sisters to her, and after all, Ori’s always been more of a quiet loner anyway.
The truth is, sometimes the place you are born simply isn’t home.
Brunhilde looks about ready to just waltz into the Cove, and in truth, Ori would have just let her and probably turned her invisible to everyone else. She is spared from that decision though by a familiar face. Like Ori, Isilme has grown into a young woman, though how could she mistake the girl she’d grown up with? Even if she could, Spot would have given her away. Ori laughs at the greeting slightly, a strange thing for her, but as she grows she changes without noticing, turning into something a little less closed off.
“Isilme,” she says, almost fondly, which is something for her. “How could I forget you?” The corners of her lips turn up into a soft smile. Perhaps they had not been close, but still, they’d been sisters of a sort at least for a little while. Brunhilde seems…well, she seems like Brunhilde, interjecting in a somewhat rude fashion but at least having the sense to stop.
Ori waits a moment, then adds.“Brunhilde, Isilme and I grew up together.” Well, sort of. Ori had gone most of her growing up in Loess alone, but they both knew that and she didn’t see the need to clarify further. Brunhilde and Isilme may have been half-sisters by blood, but in Beqanna, that didn’t necessarily mean much. It was clear Isilme didn’t even know who Brunhilde was, and though Ori and Isilme were not inseparable by any means, there was some shared history.
Ori turns her attention back to Isilme, finally addressing the topic at hand. What can we do for you, the golden girl had asked, and Ori figures she won’t waste time. “Castile asked us to visit and simply see how things are here. I wanted to come here to see for myself as well.” After all, it was her birth home, and it would always be special if only for that. She wanted to know too, if Kagerus was here, but at the same time she didn’t truly want the answer at all. It seemed a thing better not to know.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.
@[brunhilde] @[isilme]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission