Primrose Everdeen (her_little_duck) wrote in house_logs, @ 2012-11-26 17:40:00 |
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She was walking through a snowy field dotted with statues. Marble, cement, granite, ceramic, texures and things she couldn't even begin to name. They were all sorts of sizes and shapes -- from foxes that barely passed the middle of her calf to gargantuan things she had to crane her neck to see the top of. The dream rippled, and one of the angel statues near her turned slowly toward her. It wasn't a statue, she realized. It was alive, somehow, and Prim knew it meant to kill her. She turned to run, but there was another blocking her path. A shrill scream left her throat as she skidded in the snow to try to find another path. Everywhere she turned, she was blocked and they swarmed in on her though she never once saw one move ... Panting, gagging, gasping, Prim woke up in a sweat. Dark blue eyes swept around the interior of her room (and of course it was her room, not Marvel's room even though she'd tried again to stay there) as her arms wrapped around herself. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the room, and it looked exactly the same as it had the last time she'd seen it. She had no idea what she'd seen in the dream exactly, but the feeling that she'd narrowly escaped with her life lingered. The feeling of deadly danger had been all over the dream after it had shifted like it had. Knowing full well she wasn't going to get back to sleep for a little while, Prim eased out of bed. Pulling on a light robe and sliding her bare feet into slippers, she eased out of her room. Moving carefully down the hallway, Prim made her way (eventually) to the kitchen. She looked around for the light switch only to realize the kitchen had gone rustic. Exhaling a soft sigh, she lit the gas lamp and carried it to the table before she sat down. She was sure by the time she was ready to leave, the kitchen would have another shape, or the light would come on or ... something. Not really hungry or thirsty, Prim sat in the semi-darkness, hoping for company but not quite feeling compelled to go wake anyone. |