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[mistlegacy]

Who: Rydia and Cuore
What: Dreams
Where: Mist, Rydia's house
When: The night of the shared dream
Warnings: Nah

[Rydia awakes almost immediately after the dream ends, a muffled gasp escaping into her pillow. Shaken, she pushes herself up and swings her legs over the edge of the bed. Images of that dream -of the sea of women with her appearance, of the crystals and their anguish, of that glowing entity- are all too vivid in her mind, as is the fear in that entity's voice.

Uncertain what to do, she stares at the linkshell on her bedstand. It's tempting to leave a message, but she's in no frame of mind to manage a coherent one just yet. So instead, she stands and lights a candle, intent on brewing tea. Further sleep is just not happening tonight.]

Comments

[anomalous]

[Cuore is a fairly light sleeper. This probably wouldn't have that much of an effect if she was in the habit of sleeping in her room and hadn't decided to take her pillows and blankets and curl up in a laundry basket on the way to the kitchen. But she had decided to do that and so when Rydia walks past the laundry basket wobbles as she attempts to free herself and see what's going on.]

[mistlegacy]

[Rydia blinks and pauses, crouching down by the laundry basket.]

Cuore? Why aren't you in your room?

[anomalous]

I like it in here. It's soft.

[mistlegacy]

[Rydia can't help but smile a little at that.]

I suppose so, but we can make your bed softer, too, if you need it. I didn't mean to wake you up, Cuore.

[anomalous]

Bed feels funny. Like the whole world is going to eat me.

[She's not really used to the idea of not sleeping in a capsule. The laundry basket is the closest thing.]

[mistlegacy]

[She reaches out to stroke the little girl's hair gently.]

You'll get used to it. Would it help to share my bed for a while? I don't usually get up in the middle of the night. It was just that dream....

[anomalous]

...what is a dream?

[mistlegacy]

It's like a story that happens in your head, while you're asleep.

[She frowns a bit, feeling the need to amend that.]

...well, this one was too vivid for that. It was more like a memory, only none of mine.

[anomalous]

[She nods, apparently recognizing the idea.]

Stories happen at me a lot when I'm asleep.

[mistlegacy]

They do? Good stories or scary ones?

[anomalous]

Silly ones. About fires and crystals and father and dragons and machines.

[mistlegacy]

...I see.

[Rydia frowns softly, unsettled by where this is going.]

Did you have one of those tonight?