5th Summer, 514AV
Pale light filtered through the wrought glass and spread itself over the blanket like a further covering. Slowly it drifted until red hair was aflame in light and pale skin seemed to shimmer and glow. She appeared lost in deep sleep and the dreams that wafted around in her growing mind. Every few moments her lips would twitch up into a sleepy grin.
"Fly higher Aska, let me taste the clouds!" The young woman exclaimed. Fingers entwined in soft feathers, a precarious grip. The foolish child thought to ride without her saddle. "Briza, we shouldn't be out here," came a chiding voice into her mind as they drifted back down to the platform.
Smile was replaced by tear as she slowly came awake, taking in her surrounds and shaking off the effects of the dreams. No matter how far she seemed to wander, Aska was always there. Perhaps those dreams meant something, perhaps they didn't. She had a distinct feeling of unease after that dream however, and felt the need to hide in the corner. Instead, she slowly climbed out of bed, stretching slightly to relax the muscles.
She looked down at the crumpled clothes on the floor "I really should buy more," she muttered to herself, pulling on the slightly dirty objects of her crinkled nose.
She found her backpack thrown into the corner and frowned slightly. She must have been very tired last night to throw it there. She grabbed it up and rummaged through its contents until she came across her glass handled brush, a pretty little thing but much needed for her hair. As she began to run the bristles through her hair, she realised with a start how long it was getting. When she'd first left Wind Reach it had barely touched her shoulders, fighting and training was no good with hair that got in the way, now she found it touching just above her buttocks. Had she been so distracted to have not noticed? That gave her an uncomfortable feeling too. Perhaps it was time to know herself again. Life had a bad tendency to escape ahead of plans, and she need to find herself again. That innerness that she'd known before the accident.
Pale light filtered through the wrought glass and spread itself over the blanket like a further covering. Slowly it drifted until red hair was aflame in light and pale skin seemed to shimmer and glow. She appeared lost in deep sleep and the dreams that wafted around in her growing mind. Every few moments her lips would twitch up into a sleepy grin.
"Fly higher Aska, let me taste the clouds!" The young woman exclaimed. Fingers entwined in soft feathers, a precarious grip. The foolish child thought to ride without her saddle. "Briza, we shouldn't be out here," came a chiding voice into her mind as they drifted back down to the platform.
Smile was replaced by tear as she slowly came awake, taking in her surrounds and shaking off the effects of the dreams. No matter how far she seemed to wander, Aska was always there. Perhaps those dreams meant something, perhaps they didn't. She had a distinct feeling of unease after that dream however, and felt the need to hide in the corner. Instead, she slowly climbed out of bed, stretching slightly to relax the muscles.
She looked down at the crumpled clothes on the floor "I really should buy more," she muttered to herself, pulling on the slightly dirty objects of her crinkled nose.
She found her backpack thrown into the corner and frowned slightly. She must have been very tired last night to throw it there. She grabbed it up and rummaged through its contents until she came across her glass handled brush, a pretty little thing but much needed for her hair. As she began to run the bristles through her hair, she realised with a start how long it was getting. When she'd first left Wind Reach it had barely touched her shoulders, fighting and training was no good with hair that got in the way, now she found it touching just above her buttocks. Had she been so distracted to have not noticed? That gave her an uncomfortable feeling too. Perhaps it was time to know herself again. Life had a bad tendency to escape ahead of plans, and she need to find herself again. That innerness that she'd known before the accident.
