Who: Nuclear Power - closed narrative thingy Where: On an airplane When: Thursday Morning Warnings: None
“Beverage? Snack?” The flight attendant with the wan smile asked.
Enola shook her head – waving the woman away in gesture that conveyed her irritation without being overtly impolite. The look she got in response was easily ignored. Her moment of Zen had been ruined. Of course the attendant had only been doing her job and Enola felt a brief pang of guilt was tempted to apologize but dismissed the thought and annoyance quickly. Flying was one Nuclear Power’s favorite things to do.
Only in an airplane did she remain still. She was content thousands of feet above the air, she couldn’t say why and didn’t really care to analyze her feelings. Acceptance without question came with a measure of peace – something she only indulged in on a rare occasion. With a sigh Enola set about reclaiming a measure of her stolen calm.
Pittsburgh was less then two hours away. Not long, not nearly long enough.
She rested her cheek against the window – it was cool to the touch, comforting in a way. Assured that no one would be bothering her again Nuclear Power allowed herself a most curious luxury – she fell asleep for the first time in two years. Her dreams started the moment her eyes fell close.
The goddess dreamed of the sun’s heat, of stars colliding, of the small universe that made up the whole. An endless series of movement and reactions that came together in a kaleidoscope of colors that had yet to be imagined. There were no symbols, no glimpses of the world as mortals and even gods knew it. Her subconscious thoughts were a dangerous, strange place but altogether familiar.
Nuclear Power did not dream of destruction only an endless stream of beginnings.
((OOC note: I dunno if any of the dream gods would notice this and what not. If they do great! If not still great! ^_^ I need more sleep -_-))