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estdeus_innobis2011-03-13 03:58 pm
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Time has little meaning here, though your body back home may disagree.
Dream.
A forest.
A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.
In the distance, the howl of a wolf.
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Dream.
A forest.
A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.
In the distance, the howl of a wolf.
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Westin tries to make it go away by threatening to tell it's mother, and I would laugh at the absurbdity...
but the wolf knows many stories, and the wind starts to howl around the house. This dream is going from bad to horrific, and of all the days for Rose to tag along! I sheathe my sword and look my tiny daughter in the eye.
"Rose, Rose you must wake up now. It is not safe here. Please sweetling, wake up!" I beg her, my voice rising to be heard over the wind as the house shakes and rattles. She does not leave me though, merely keeps my gaze. Stay with Mother, safe. Shake my head. "It's not! Wake up and call your father to care for you if I do not follow!" I beg, knowing he will care for her if I cannot. Still, Rose remains, even as the house flys apart, even as Kate dissappears from sight...
Root cellar. I spin and find a door, throw it open and plunge into the darkness, clutching Rose to me for dear life.
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"You wouldn't want to eat me," I say, with a shaking voice. "Why, I'm nothing but skin, thin as an onion, and burnt besides." I show it my hand. "I wouldn't be a good meal, not for something as fine as you, I wouldn't be sweet. You could find so much better-- I could find you so much better." I run my good hand back through my hair and look up at it.
"Surely there must be something I could find you that would taste better than me? There must be stores in the cellar, something that didn't blow away, and you're such a fine--" oh dear-- "wolf. You wouldn't want to go crawling in the dirt."
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"I could eat you," I say sweetly, "as an appetiser, before I find something more substantial." And I grin at him with my wolfish teeth. But really, I don't want to kill him. He might wake up if he dies, and that's dull. Or he might die for real, and I don't care about that, but since he has such a wicked mind I may as well use him to make other people miserable. "I'll count to three, and you can run," I say, baring my teeth at him - and run, of course, he does. Runs and runs through the thorns and brambles, until he reaches another place (http://community.livejournal.com/estdeus_innobis/405098.html?thread=10260330#t10260330). And when he does, I turn back, for I have other things to do.
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out.