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Posted on September 7, 2016 at 05:37:03 AM by svea



So it was going to be that kind of dream, was it? It was strange though, Svea didn’t think she’d ever conjured up a person for this sort of thing before. Usually it was Rook. Actually, it was always Rook when these sorts of things happened. How exactly had her mind created someone so completely different. Unless, this Eskel was just a longing to return home, to how things were supposed to be in the faith. Before everything got all topsy turvy and upside down. Was this a wish for a happier ending where she was supposed to be from? Wishful thinking.

She watched him as he surveyed her cabin. Everything was exactly where it was meant to be, where it would be if a young boy and an overexuberant familiar didn’t live there. If her father had anything to say about it. He seemed quite curious about it, like he was thinking outside her own thoughts. Could a dream have someone who didn’t know what the rest of the mind did? That could question everything?

“I am,” Svea replied to his question tentatively. “My brothers are sword brothers, my father a presti.” She wasn’t sure the elaboration was necessary, but perhaps taking things slow and regurgitating live was what this dream was about. “Sometimes,” she said, nonchalantly when he asked if she was alone. “Sometimes others are with me. You’re with me now, so it isn’t so lonely.” She smiled at him, disinhibited by the dream world, but she was still Svea and as the words flowed out, she blushed. “But peace alone isn’t so terrible a thing. Not for as short a time as a dream.”




photo © matthias klaiber on flickr



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