[Dream Event | Closed] So now I'm branded for taking the fall
[The downpour earlier had only served as gentle music as she pored through books in the library. Pictures and words drew her into worlds she doesn't know of, making it easy to lose track of time. But was it already evening? She should perhaps be heading home and make dinner but her eyes felt tired. Maybe closing them for a few minutes would be alright, no harm in that...]
----- I - Home ----- [ Narrow cobble-stoned streets, church bells heralding the new day, shutters and windows creaking open one by one, and voices start to fill a small town in Italy. A young boy -- one who looks like he does not belong there -- runs out, dragging along another boy, albeit a slightly hesitant one, with long blond hair --
"Aa, it's still early, Alone! Come on, let's play!" "B-but Tenma, the painting at the Church-- !" "Tch! You can't paint while they're still praying you know, so come on!"
The two boys run along, and a little girl, with short lavender hair steps out, watching the other two go. She turns and sees you. Green eyes, gentle demeanor, soft smile -- does she look familiar? ]
Hello. It is a very nice morning, is it not?
[ Whatever it is, strange as the place may seem, there is a feeling of warmth, of joy, of life, as the small town wakes up, the smell of freshly baked bread or brewing chocolate or coffee wafted from the nearby houses. ]
The ship is manned, of course. But are its hands moving? Move down and the ship reveals itself to contain statues -- of men and women in armor, turned to stone, faces longing for something that they cannot reach. And at the ship's helm is a lady in white dress -- easily recognizable as one of Marina's inmates. A large golden staff in hand, she looks at the stone statues in silence and in her eyes was sadness. She falls to her knees as another woman's mocking voice echoed --
"Be as human as you like, Athena! You are powerless and weak like them. And thus you will die like them!"
The air becomes heavy as the ship groans to a halt. The angels in the clouds stir, round and round as if brewing a storm to bring the ship down. The lady's lips move as if to voice a protest but there was no sound...
"Abandon all hope, Athena! Your ship, your Cloth, and all your Saints are gone. You have nothing."
... she shakes her head. Despite the overwhelming feeling of despair, there is still that persistent -- small but persistent -- spark of hope... ]
(( OOC: Closed to Zelda, Tobias, Gaunt, Greed and Tieria. If you'd like to hop in, feel free to poke Sasha's contact post so we can work something out! Also, I will be VERY SLOW in replying but I'll be backtagging FOREVER. Lyrics credit: "The Sun and The Moon" by Mae. ))