Spring 1, 510AV Is it stereotypical to begin a dream whilst falling? Falling through a forest, sprinkled in snow. The light wetness falling with her, the cool wind lifting her hair. But hard, cold ground waited for her after just a few short seconds of bliss. The tree she had been perched in, after she had lost her balance, was far above her now. Now she lay on the damp ground, covered in decaying leaves. She kept still for a minute or two, trying to assess if she was hurt. After a large fall like that she should be. She instantly recognized this as a dream, after all there was no other way she would be in a tree. Let alone that high up above the ground. She assumed, this being a dream, she could not get hurt. Standing up, she recognized her surroundings as her home, Mura. She was on the forested coast of the Eastern Sea. Calmly, she found herself walked towards the water. Her feet, barefooted, felt the soft pads of leaves change into coarse sand. Her feet sunk into the ground and she shuffled over the the water where she fell to her knees. She placed her hands on the still surface of the sea and watched the ripples moves in all directions. Ignoring the dry dress she was wearing, she crawled into the sea, longing to be in the water again. The water, a deep, dark blue, engulfed her small body until she was completely under the water. Opening her blue eyes she looked around. She saw the common seaweed and corals normally found in the water surrounding Mura. She saw brightly colored fish swimming in and out of their small homes under the water. She even noticed a shy purple Seahorse watching her from behind a reef. She swam towards it, kicking her powerful white legs. The horse watched her warily then quickly ducked away when Tyler came too close. Forgetting it instantly, Tyler swam around the reef a few times, taking in the colors and shapes of the corals and living beings that resided here. Soon, though, she found herself craving air. Almost as if she was a human, out of breath. Confused and scared at her imminent drowning, she braced the surface. Where, gasping, she reached the beach and rested on the sand. Half in, half out of her precious water. She had never felt like that before. Never felt like air was something she needed to live. After all, being a Konti, she had the gills to breathe and live in Laviku's home. She let the water still itself around her feet and the sand get tangled in her short blonde hair. Her fingers buried and un-buried themselves in the warm cool sand, her eyes closed, nose soaking in the smell of the sea salt, the sound of silence. She lay letting her other senses take over, giving her valued eyes a rest. |