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 Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 10:27 am
Fire, fire everywhere, and Llune is a million times bigger than she is while awake. She is bulky, clumsy, stumbling.
There is panic, smoke, an inability to draw a full breath, the acrid cry of lungs scorched by fear and sulfuric air.
Llune screams, but there is no sound here. The flames, the screams, the open mouths writing in pain of all that she comes across, the blindness, the blinding light, the fear, the all encompassing fear.
It is safe to say the Llune has once again found herself in a nightmare.
And there seems to be no escape. The ground is solid beneath her, the air thick with the itchy particles of smoke and panic. She is too heavy to fly, barely able to move her massive limbs. Her skin is chalky, both in pallor and texture.
And although the screams and moans of the other souls being tortured in this scenario are mute, their emotions are open in wild sends of pain and twisted truths.
Like a healing wound torn open by over-exertion, the nightmare reeks of a familiar burn.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 6:38 pm
What it curse it's become, having been taught to evesdrop on another's dreams. Worse, though, was the resultant inability to dream for one's self. Savith never liked listening to the dreams of others, doing it only when forced to by His Lord, and so his dreams are only sparse, rather than none existant. Unfortunately, his mind, when dreams elude it, still seeks to find another's dream and find solace there.
Restless and wakeful from the lack of dreams this night, Savith finds himself sitting and watching his mother's sleeping form. He frowned as he watched what seemed to be a peaceful body, with eyelids fluttering slightly. He glanced about him, as if to ensure no one was watching, then shifted over and laid a gentle hand upon her brow. Eyes closing, he moved to listen in, and fell into the screams.
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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 10:45 am
Oh, poor Savith. If only he'd listened in on one of her happy dreams...
But this one is crazy. Scary.
Llune is as big as the mountain, bigger, looking down at the flames flickering forever downward along the ground. The plains and forests around the mountain are nothing but fire and blackness and screams of life being scorched out of existence.
Or at least, that is the feeling that permeates...
The dream is oddly silent, save for the quickened pace of Llune's labored breathing. Why is it so hard to breathe? And the erratic beat of her heart. Why is it skipping so?
She is, as yet, unaware that Savith is listening in, and moves her heavy limbs, placing a fat hand, fingers no longer delicate or nimble, upon the peak of the mountain to steady herself.
With her hand on it, she can feel all of the other elves beneath, elves that lived there, elves that live no more, elves that visited, saw it, or thought of it. It is as if they are each connected to her. And each and every individual reaches out to Llune through the mountain and into her hand as the world in every direction around them burns. It is as if all of elf-kind has gathered in the mountain under Llune's clumsy hand to touch her mind.
She looks around, the smoke so think in the air she can barely breathe, the acrid particles of soot tearing at her throat and lungs. What is she looking for? She doesn't even know. One hand still rests on the mountain as the other reaches to wipe the sweat from her brow.
But it's not sweat, it's red. It's blood.
Llune looks down, at her bloody hand, and then sees the mountain being crushed under her other hand, hears the minds of the masses of elves beneath it crying out and extinguishing. She tries desperately to lift her hand, to stop the accidental crushing, but it moves down and down and down, smashing the mountain flat into the charred soil beneath.
Llune is powerless, and falls to her knees - knees as big as hills that carve enormous craters into the fire and the ash. She gulps an enormous breath of air, and coughs painfully, her tears sizzling on the scorched ground and bubbling into non-existence. Crouched like this, she is still growing larger, and with her face in her hands curled up on the ground she is taller still than the once-standing mountain.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 8:14 pm
Savith felt like an insignificant speak within his mother's dream, and so he was, the size of a gnat when compared to her great mass. He hung in midair, eyes staring widely at the images around him. He had to get out, he had to leave, but the rampaging emotions and images held him fast as he shivered like a child. Almost made him want to cry for his mommy.
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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 9:14 pm
But it is mommy who is crying! And she grows and grows and grows, pressing Savith backwards, until he's against the back of the universe and her expanse stretches in front of him on all sides until infinity...
And then there is blackness, in the dream it lasts for cold and aching ages, in the dream it's no more than a split second.
... And then they're in the mountain, but a frozen mountain, the walls covered in a thin layer of frost, their marbley surface gleaming underneath the muting ice.
Llune is still curled up, her sobs slowly subsiding, her hair spreading around her crouched form in a silverly circle, matching the dim and moody lighting of the frozen halls. She is regular size now - as if she had sensed Savith there and sized herself to his form - but the halls of the mountain are over-sized, easily twice their regular width and height.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:03 pm
As if he had been pressed against a wall then suddenly released, Savith gasps audibly and takes a stepping drop down to the floor of the hall right in front of Llune. He stumbled on his feet slightly, as if trying to gain his footing, before he straightened and looked around for an 'exit'. Granted, he wasn't the best at this dream-evesdropping stuff, but he at least knew enought o leave himself a back door out.
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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 4:30 pm
If Llune hears Savith's gasp, she makes no move, clearly intent to sob in her fetal position for as long as it takes to stop hurting. The coolness of the mountain hallway is a welcome reprieve from the painful hotness of the world that's now vanished. Her sobs become quieter and quieter and then stop. But she makes no move to uncurl or to acknowledge Savith's presence. Although she may be aware that he is there, she is also not aware that he is there... Is he a dream apparition? Or truly there with her? Instead of breaking the spell, she stays put, simply breathing in the painfully cold air.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 6:56 pm
Unable to find his backdoor, Savith swallows a touch nervously. Well, if there's no way back, the only way to go is forward, and so he takes a step toward Llune, and speaks in that weird way that dreams let you speak and send all at once, **Mother?**
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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:31 pm
There is a pause. It lasts forever, it lasts a day, it lasts a half-breath.
"**... Yes...?**" The send is filled with a mixture of disbelief and resignation, and odd and 'oh-this-again' sort of sense. Is it possible Llune's had dreams of Savith before? Or did she remember him eavesdropping in the past? Or could it have been someone else in disguise?
The halls seems to tremble in the cold, and Llune seems even more pale, her hair even silvery-er, her breath punctuating the air with still-anguished puffs of white. In the distance there is an echo, one that these two long-time residents of the mountain would not consider in the least out of place; The comforting sounds of another glider, somewhere elsewhere in these halls, living out his or her life. Had they traveled back in time?
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 12:01 pm
While comforting, Savith was not at all eased by the trapped sense of not being able to find his exit point. He knew he had drifted in. He knows he needs to leave. **Mother, you need to wake up,** he sent-spoke finally, dropping to a knee at her side.
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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 8:37 pm
And in that way dreams shift from one location to another, they are both in Llune's quarters, the familiar warm light replacing the bitter coldness.
Llune is in her bed, covers pulled to her chin and a cool cloth on her forehead. Savith is in the room as well, near to the bed, possibly kneeling and comforting her - or at least that's the feeling that the dream holds.
"Savith?" she murmurs in her fevered state, reaching out a hand to him. Were he to place a hand on her cheek he would realize that she is once again on fire.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 8:44 pm
Savith does kneel by Llune's bedside, and does rest his hand gently on her forehead. He frowns, worry and concern clearly visible on his features.
"Here, Mother," he replies, glancing about for water, only to remember that this is a Dream and in dreams all things are possible. His eyes alight upon her bedside table, narrow slightly, and a silver pitcher and goblet appear filled with cool crisp clear water from the mountain. The goblet he lifts with a hand, while the other shifts to move under Llune's head. "Come, sit up a moment and drink."
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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 7:16 pm
Llune does as she's told, sitting weakly and sipping at the cold water. Her skin is hot, and the water helps to cool her a bit, but surely not enough. As she drinks her eyes lift to her son's face, and he may realize this is the first time she's looked directly at him in this dream.
The goblet is emptied, and she leans back on her pillow, color temporarily brought back to her cheeks. It is as though the two are in a flashback, remembering a sometime in the past where Llune was ill and Savith was nursing her, and all was otherwise well within (and without) the walls of the mountain.
She smiles weakly at her son, but says nothing, breathing deeply and sending a weak **Thank you**.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 10:51 am
And in that flashback, Savith was far younger and had not yet been Called by Lord and Duty. Instead, unruly locks of auburn curls danced down his back, over the masterpiece of a tunic and pant set that only Llune can craft. He'd actually helped a bit, dying the fabric into just the right color, but good luck getting him to admit that publicly. **You're welcome,** he sent with a mind too old for the remembered body. It shaded his eyes. **Are you okay,** he asked, worry easily seen.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 9:23 am
Llune leans back against her pillow and looks up at the clear, cold night sky. They are half in Llune's room, half in the wolfrider camp that they... er... would have many years later? ... Except everything is mirror image - maybe that's why Savith was unable to find his exit?
Llune is still fevered, but calmer now that Savith is watching over her. It is so cold that wisps of steam come into existence around her and dissolve into the air. She smiles weakly, and reaches over to pat Savith's hand, "Yes, my son, I am okay, now" she says softly.
Her free hand reaches up, and a finger stretches out to point at a star in the heavens, a look of fantasy and childlike seriousness coming into her eyes. "If we could just... go... there..." she says, her voice almost but not quite stern, but tinged with a hint of longing and hopelessness, as if they really never *could* go *there*, no matter how badly they'd like to.
She turns back to Savith, and it seems as though Llune's quarters in the mountain have had their outermost wall replaced with space itself. Were one to go to the edge of the room where the space begins, there would be no ground outside beneath them, just another direction of the sky stretching forever in all directions.
The star Llune points to twinkles in a friendly manner.
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