lauren sweet (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} busk) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs,@ 2010-01-29 20:03:00 |
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What: Meeting for the first time
Where: In dreams
When: Days after Bellum Black
Warnings: Extreme fuzziness?
At first it was pitch black. Lindsey struggled fiercely to open her eyes but was unable to. Dreams were sometimes prone to misbehave, like trying to run and feeling as though the air had become as viscous as molasses. So instead of trying desperately to open her eyes Lindsey worked around her sleeping body and imagined stars lighting up and filling the dark. They were more like diamonds; white, facetted and twinkling like a lullaby. Lindsey was flying of course. She always flew in her dreams.
This one had to be made from scratch.
So there was a forest made up of ancient weeping willows with silver-green heart shaped leaves and roots as large as any branch creating a jungle gym on the soft forrest floor. The dream got away from her for just a moment, trying to slip out of the reach of her imagination and the ground became swampy and a mist hung low to the ground and reflected the starlight. But Lindsey was not afraid to get muddy. She started to sink slowly down toward the earth but her stocking covered feet never quite touched the ground. Just as well. It was no fun exploring in wet stockings. The air became chilly and the humidity soaked her to the bone. Over bloomers and a doll length night-gown, Lindsey imagined her favorite thrift store blazer, at least two sizes too large for her, a ridiculously lengthy knit scarf and a bowling cap.
What would it be tonight? Pirates? Druids? Monsters? The dream firmly wiggled itself out of her grasp and added details of its own. There was only one way to find out what lay in store for her, and that would be to adventure of course!