Otherworldly sightings (Narrative)
Simon wouldn't laugh, he shouldn't laugh, as Niks got lost in her reflection in the pond. She hadn't notice him go, but she knew he had gone. She hadn't bothered with waking up. Not yet. No one would miss her; she was sure of it, even if she did have a small concern. There were reasons she wouldn't be missed, and a few did sadden her.
There she sat, staring at herself, trying to understand the woman staring back at her. Her fingers would now and then tap on the surface of the water to blur the image, to make it feel more real. It was almost too perfect, and the blurred, rippling image made it all messy. She needed that.
Eventually the newly formed...her brows furrowed as she actually had to ask the question of who she was. She need to find a name for what or who she was, yet she knew she wasn't ready. She had to accept it fully perhaps. With a hint of frustration, she dashed the water and the image with her hand, needing something, anything else to look at and watch.
She watched the trees, felt the movement in them. She listened to the song that the breeze played on the water's edge. She lay back on the grass and breathed, and she might have stayed there had the world not felt different. Someone had come into her, no, the Dreamlands, or somethings had.
The once historian found her feet easily enough and started toward the new, the different. She didn't know what she was looking for, but the feeling was a curious one. She didn't own this realm, but she was connected to it, more so than she had ever felt before. She was a part of it, and it was a part of her. She belonged in it, to it, with it, yet it wasn't all she was. Perhaps it was a good that she had been what she was before. Though, she was still upset and shocked by Simon's invasion into her reality.
Moving through the trees, she searched for the new, the different, but she soon came to a full stop. Whatever had pulled her attention was becoming larger, and it was possibly too large. There were so many emotions, and they were all very raw. Something beautiful and private was happening, and it could have been any number of happenings. She didn't know if she should see what it was or if she should have let it be. But, her curious nature demanded just a peek, just a little one.
What she saw through the tree tops was one of the most beautiful and frightening sights she'd ever seen. The fire, no, fires were truly awesome, in every sense of the word, and she watched, feeling more like the indecent voyeur than the keen observer. Yet, she didn't turn away. It was too wonderful not to watch before it ended all too soon.
There she sat, staring at herself, trying to understand the woman staring back at her. Her fingers would now and then tap on the surface of the water to blur the image, to make it feel more real. It was almost too perfect, and the blurred, rippling image made it all messy. She needed that.
Eventually the newly formed...her brows furrowed as she actually had to ask the question of who she was. She need to find a name for what or who she was, yet she knew she wasn't ready. She had to accept it fully perhaps. With a hint of frustration, she dashed the water and the image with her hand, needing something, anything else to look at and watch.
She watched the trees, felt the movement in them. She listened to the song that the breeze played on the water's edge. She lay back on the grass and breathed, and she might have stayed there had the world not felt different. Someone had come into her, no, the Dreamlands, or somethings had.
The once historian found her feet easily enough and started toward the new, the different. She didn't know what she was looking for, but the feeling was a curious one. She didn't own this realm, but she was connected to it, more so than she had ever felt before. She was a part of it, and it was a part of her. She belonged in it, to it, with it, yet it wasn't all she was. Perhaps it was a good that she had been what she was before. Though, she was still upset and shocked by Simon's invasion into her reality.
Moving through the trees, she searched for the new, the different, but she soon came to a full stop. Whatever had pulled her attention was becoming larger, and it was possibly too large. There were so many emotions, and they were all very raw. Something beautiful and private was happening, and it could have been any number of happenings. She didn't know if she should see what it was or if she should have let it be. But, her curious nature demanded just a peek, just a little one.
What she saw through the tree tops was one of the most beautiful and frightening sights she'd ever seen. The fire, no, fires were truly awesome, in every sense of the word, and she watched, feeling more like the indecent voyeur than the keen observer. Yet, she didn't turn away. It was too wonderful not to watch before it ended all too soon.