[Her sleep is dreamless. Or perhaps not depending on what one believes dreams are. She sees nothing, feelings nothing... but she is aware. She is aware she is dreaming. Sometimes she hears voices of her companions but they feel so far away. Something tells her to reach out to them yet she is never able to. She simply... exists. Nothingness around her. Fitting, that.
It doesn't stay this way. Dreams do come but it all blends together. The nothingness sometimes becomes her childhood home. Sometimes it becomes the stage in Sunshade. The memories weave together. She dreams that her father is there watching her dance. She finds Yusufa dying on the floor of the Azelhart mansion, lips moving but no sounds coming from them.
And always there are crows.
They watch her from the shadows in places she cannot see them. but she knows they're there. She hears them in the distance. Sometimes they get close and other times they sound so distant she feels safe for a moment.
On this third night she has remained asleep she dreams of strolling through the woods. Yet as she travels these woods she notices them and at last she can look upon them. The crows that keep following. They sit in every tree and in every branch. From end to end they are perched and they all watch her wander lost among this forest. One stands out more than the others for he is larger and somehow more beautiful. He is in every tree she looks at.
When at last she comes to the forest's end he is waiting on the path before her. She reaches her hand to him, offering him a perch. Yet when the crow springs from the ground it is a flurry of sharp claws and wings. It screeches as its talons tear into flesh.
Primrose stirs. It's subtle and despite the jolt in her mind that forces her back to consciousness she is slow to rouse. Her limbs feel heavy and instantly there's a searing pain in her stomach. Her eyes flutter open and the moonlight is somehow too bright. She has been dwelling so long in darkness. She blinks slowly as she tries to orientate herself. She doesn't recognize this ceiling. For a brief moment she feels afraid and alone.
Her gaze moves and then she spots Therion sitting there. She feels a flood of relief so strongly it surprises her.
When did you become so attached? a snide voice wonders in the back of her mind. She is too tired to argue with it.
Her voice is hoarse when she is finally able to part her lips to speak.] Where...?
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It doesn't stay this way. Dreams do come but it all blends together. The nothingness sometimes becomes her childhood home. Sometimes it becomes the stage in Sunshade. The memories weave together. She dreams that her father is there watching her dance. She finds Yusufa dying on the floor of the Azelhart mansion, lips moving but no sounds coming from them.
And always there are crows.
They watch her from the shadows in places she cannot see them. but she knows they're there. She hears them in the distance. Sometimes they get close and other times they sound so distant she feels safe for a moment.
On this third night she has remained asleep she dreams of strolling through the woods. Yet as she travels these woods she notices them and at last she can look upon them. The crows that keep following. They sit in every tree and in every branch. From end to end they are perched and they all watch her wander lost among this forest. One stands out more than the others for he is larger and somehow more beautiful. He is in every tree she looks at.
When at last she comes to the forest's end he is waiting on the path before her. She reaches her hand to him, offering him a perch. Yet when the crow springs from the ground it is a flurry of sharp claws and wings. It screeches as its talons tear into flesh.
Primrose stirs. It's subtle and despite the jolt in her mind that forces her back to consciousness she is slow to rouse. Her limbs feel heavy and instantly there's a searing pain in her stomach. Her eyes flutter open and the moonlight is somehow too bright. She has been dwelling so long in darkness. She blinks slowly as she tries to orientate herself. She doesn't recognize this ceiling. For a brief moment she feels afraid and alone.
Her gaze moves and then she spots Therion sitting there. She feels a flood of relief so strongly it surprises her.
When did you become so attached? a snide voice wonders in the back of her mind. She is too tired to argue with it.
Her voice is hoarse when she is finally able to part her lips to speak.] Where...?