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estdeus_innobisTime 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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Date: 2011-03-17 11:49 pm (UTC)"The journey has left her weakened. She should be at home with her father." I say, giving my infant daughter a pointed look that she should not be able to understand, but I know she does. She merely whimpers again. "That's it, we're calling him." I announce, and rise, holding her against my chest. I breathe deep, and let my heartbeat match hers, our minds to touch. I feel her ripple around me, our energy twining about one another, she silently give me the words to language I do not know, but that Rose shares with her father. I tilt my face to the sky, and call out in a clear, ringing, sing-song voice that carries above the trees: وقال انه من غير العادل وسقطت، والنجم الذي هوى إلى الأرض، تسمعني! أنت ابنة يحتاجك! يأتي لمساعدتها، زوجي، أتوسل اليك
There, that's done. Hopefully he will hear and he will come. The woman tells me she has never seen the tower, but offers to join me on the journey. "That's sound thinking. There's a beast roaming these woods, and there is safety in numbers." I hear the sounds of laughter off in the distance, and point in that direction. "Shall we?"
The bloody-footed woman walks with Rose and I for a time, making small talk as I try to comfort Rose who is trying not to whimper but cannot help it, when I see people (http://community.livejournal.com/estdeus_innobis/405098.html?thread=10308714#t10308714/) on the path up ahead...