01-24-2020, 04:15 PM
“What makes you think I did this?” she asked, slowly fading into something substantial beyond the invisible wisp she had been a few seconds before. The young mare looks the same as she always had when her transformation finally solidifies, though the fire of her pelt had begun to smudge with grey and the small grin she wears makes her last question seem contrary,“Is it hard to believe that you might just be having a pleasant dream of your own?”
Catcher hadn’t meant to manipulate her way into Eyas’ dreams initially. But an ugly worry had been seeded at last encounter of theirs, where the pegasus had looked as though her dance with death was one act away from the final curtain drop. It appeared that there had been a disregard for her well-being, one that had been enough to spur the painted maiden to want to help brace against the weight of her friend’s burden - whatever that burden might be. So she had watched from a distance initially, taming the demons of nightmares back into silken darkness. Until that night, when struggle and distance and curiosity all proved to be too great. A particular heaviness had tested the bindings of her magic, and when a small flaw in her weaving had threatened to unravel the whole tapestry, the dreamer had been left with no other option than to stop minding her business and place herself alongside Eyas in their fabricated world.
Perhaps it was all for the best - she’d missed the silver tongued girl and she couldn’t deny she was happy to be there alongside her again shoulder to shoulder.
“It’s beautiful, through your eyes,” she says, moving her stormy gaze across the harsh cliffs and lacey skies. It’s not the first time that the piebald had seen Nerine, in fact her travels had directed her through the southern lands more times than she cared to recall, but the land definition here erred towards the too dramatic and problematic side for her taste. Plunging lines, coarse rock, and thrashing water was not a landscape friendly to vagabonds. But for the here and now in this world, it was a place of peace and promise. “Is that why you chose to come here? The scenery?”
@[Eyas]
Catcher hadn’t meant to manipulate her way into Eyas’ dreams initially. But an ugly worry had been seeded at last encounter of theirs, where the pegasus had looked as though her dance with death was one act away from the final curtain drop. It appeared that there had been a disregard for her well-being, one that had been enough to spur the painted maiden to want to help brace against the weight of her friend’s burden - whatever that burden might be. So she had watched from a distance initially, taming the demons of nightmares back into silken darkness. Until that night, when struggle and distance and curiosity all proved to be too great. A particular heaviness had tested the bindings of her magic, and when a small flaw in her weaving had threatened to unravel the whole tapestry, the dreamer had been left with no other option than to stop minding her business and place herself alongside Eyas in their fabricated world.
Perhaps it was all for the best - she’d missed the silver tongued girl and she couldn’t deny she was happy to be there alongside her again shoulder to shoulder.
“It’s beautiful, through your eyes,” she says, moving her stormy gaze across the harsh cliffs and lacey skies. It’s not the first time that the piebald had seen Nerine, in fact her travels had directed her through the southern lands more times than she cared to recall, but the land definition here erred towards the too dramatic and problematic side for her taste. Plunging lines, coarse rock, and thrashing water was not a landscape friendly to vagabonds. But for the here and now in this world, it was a place of peace and promise. “Is that why you chose to come here? The scenery?”
@[Eyas]
