Chiere grabbed the bag of furs absently, hugging them to her without being really aware she was doing so. She watched blankly as reality shifted and bent around her, the normal world simply and gradually ceasing to be.
Reality was warped and always moving, and thus it always twisted out of view, from time to time. Chiere knew this, and docilely, she waited.
The scene around her slid out of view, being replaced by the dreams that clung in clouds around the plane of reality. Chiere's eyes alone bore witness as the cold, busy street of the city of Lohan disappeared, repalced with a new setting. Buildings melted into trees, icy puddles turned into peaceful ponds, and streets shrinked into simple deer paths. A smile crept across her face as she came to recognize the familiar scene.
Spirit wings, carry me away. Chiere's body was swept along the path, floating effortlessly on the kind, comforting winds of dreams...yet in the back of her mind, a small voice worried her. She had no control over her movement, and she had no desire to watch the scene unfold exactly as it had countless times before. She knew this unreality always ended the same...although, if she tried very hard, she saw a little more each time...
Perhaps this time...
An outsider but not, Chiere watched, oddly comforted by the familiar dream. Her mind's eye watched her tracing the same path it always did when it visited here; the same anticipation welled in her chest. She knew, there was something comforting, like...a verdant grove, or a babbling creek, just beyond. That's what she was heading toward, that was the goal she always wished to reach. But every time she was about to reach her goal--
Chiere's vision of the unreality shattered. Suddenly, the temperature around her grew unbearable, the cold seeming to strike at the very core of her being.
Clipped wings and blinded sight, the sorrowful bird... Chiere doubled over, wheezing, her vision of Ethra, Kelan, and the others blurred as tears welled in her eyes.
Edited by: pd Rydia
at: 1/12/03 5:23:38 pm