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02-13-2017, 04:22 PM
If only remembering and forgetting were as easy as flicking a mental switch. Yael would trigger and splice the current so many times, there would likely be a fire, and then her whole brain would meltdown. Perhaps that’s what had happened? A sort of nuclear reaction to literally everything that happened right before. The end of before. Before here. Before time could be separated into three distinct eras of her life, before she woke up somedays wanting to stay in her dreams.
Her dreams have been alive, with days spent in itchy sking and a sense that there's been something stirring in her blood. Something making her dream of the golden, winged, great fire-breathing lizard she used to be. The one that turned a desert to glass to protect her daughter, the one that brainwashed and stole a Princess to protect her Kingdom, who spouted flames at wyverns and set a forest ablaze. Her nights are colored in flickers and glints, her days in a needling, pointed sense of something else.
But, like her dreams, the dragon statue stirred something in the little golden mare. Easy to miss, Yael is sure she must have walked past it’s vicinity several times until it practically tapped her on the shoulder. By the time the gilded mare realizes what is occupying her mind and makes her way to the figurine, two others are already there - well, a mare she doesn’t really recognize and - oh! It takes her a moment before she finds the familiar dragon in the trees, but the companion’s companion aren’t known to her. Except - the markings were Isopia’s. Well. Yael wouldn’t spoil her fun. Instead, she addresses the four of them, asking “Does eet seem to speak to you too?”
Her dreams have been alive, with days spent in itchy sking and a sense that there's been something stirring in her blood. Something making her dream of the golden, winged, great fire-breathing lizard she used to be. The one that turned a desert to glass to protect her daughter, the one that brainwashed and stole a Princess to protect her Kingdom, who spouted flames at wyverns and set a forest ablaze. Her nights are colored in flickers and glints, her days in a needling, pointed sense of something else.
But, like her dreams, the dragon statue stirred something in the little golden mare. Easy to miss, Yael is sure she must have walked past it’s vicinity several times until it practically tapped her on the shoulder. By the time the gilded mare realizes what is occupying her mind and makes her way to the figurine, two others are already there - well, a mare she doesn’t really recognize and - oh! It takes her a moment before she finds the familiar dragon in the trees, but the companion’s companion aren’t known to her. Except - the markings were Isopia’s. Well. Yael wouldn’t spoil her fun. Instead, she addresses the four of them, asking “Does eet seem to speak to you too?”
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