03-21-2020, 12:55 AM
Panic followed her, nipping at her ankles like a swarm of Mara’s pets. Often she came to consciousness at a desperate run, tears prickling in the corner of her eyes, and such a deluge of misery in her chest that she fell to her knees in sobs. Nimeda had made no sense of the Grey Lady’s green leafy shoot, when she remembered it at all, but increasingly the world around her shaped itself beyond her control. She did not see golden eyed Vánagandr. She did not see the night’s daughter.
Upon this awakening water burned her chest and images burned her eyes; seen and quickly forgotten as she kicked for the surface of the bursting river. It carried her like a leaf in its current until she pulled herself free. Perhaps she had been caught in another’s dream. Concern for her waking self dulled her attention, flighty at the best of times. She took a great lungful of air and massaged the strange marking on her palm, feeling wilted as the drowned grass at her feet. Water dripped from her nose. Soaked petals scattered from her hair.
Her heart calmed, but with it came the urge to hide. From what eluded her though.
Bare feet padded. Grey eyes frowned curiously at her surroundings, and she turned around in place, skirts tangling sodden against her legs. A figure in white strode ahead, soaked in the same river water. Curiosity eased some of her fears and it seemed like permission enough to call out, “Hello?”
Upon this awakening water burned her chest and images burned her eyes; seen and quickly forgotten as she kicked for the surface of the bursting river. It carried her like a leaf in its current until she pulled herself free. Perhaps she had been caught in another’s dream. Concern for her waking self dulled her attention, flighty at the best of times. She took a great lungful of air and massaged the strange marking on her palm, feeling wilted as the drowned grass at her feet. Water dripped from her nose. Soaked petals scattered from her hair.
Her heart calmed, but with it came the urge to hide. From what eluded her though.
Bare feet padded. Grey eyes frowned curiously at her surroundings, and she turned around in place, skirts tangling sodden against her legs. A figure in white strode ahead, soaked in the same river water. Curiosity eased some of her fears and it seemed like permission enough to call out, “Hello?”