Disciple dreams melancholily

[feralfanatic]

[Another dream amongst the many experienced by the visitors to the bubble.]

[Disciple had managed to press the middle button, the date set for the very day she was taken from. An inauspicious day by any means, other then it being the day she was relieved from her forlorn isolation.]

[The dream is quite hazy at first, almost as if view through a thick soup of a fog. Slowly, the miasma peels back to reveal a typical Alternian forest, at least recognizable to those who came from that world. Fairly similar to an earth forest, but with stranger colors here and there, and far more danger.]

[There is a small clearing in the forest, weighted on one side by a almost sheer wall of rock that spears upward into the still slowly receding mists. Concealed on that wall was a meager little opening to a cave. Not the cave of her legend, the one marked with all the teachings she had learned over the sweeps, that was elsewhere. This one was barely big enough for its inhabitant who was emerging at this very moment.]

[Many know here as the Disciple, but few would recognize her from the current state she was in. Hunched, Disheveled, clad in the furs of slain beasts. It was the Disciple that had first shown up in the bubble, terrified and near feral.]

[The dream is mostly uneventful, as she roams the clearing, checking for signs of intruders, and eventually she goes on a hunt, slaying a antlerbeast with her bare hands. The kill is returned to the mouth of the cave, and she eats her fill of it, then buries the rest for preservation. More time passes as it only can in a dream, swiftly for our viewers but it is clear hours pass in seconds. The rest of the time was spent warily watching for signs of intruders before the mists slowly roll back in and the dream ends.]

--

[Disciple wakes from her dream, her mood considerably dour. It was not a particularly sad dream, other then it reminding her of what she had waiting for her back home:

Nothing.]

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Comments

private;

[aim_exorable]

D --> Disciple?
D --> Are you alright?

Re: private;

[feralfanatic]

[Totally. 100%. Yep.]

I am fine
Other then having the part of myself I desperately wish to forget about on show for the entire bubble to s33
I am just fantastic

Sorry
No,
I really am fine

[A long pause as she tries to cope with herself. What was the point of feigning strength when you were hurting and had a moirail? They were to help in situations like this one.]

Actually, no
On second thought
Mind If come over?
I do not really want to be alone right now

private;

[aim_exorable]

D --> The window is open
D --> If you wish to completely bypass the issue of waiting for the door to open

[He's waiting, too, brow furrowed in worry.]

private;

[feralfanatic]

[There is not even a written response. The answer comes when a shape lifts itself through the window depositing itself in his respite block.]

[Disciple finally looks up, trying to see where in the room he was.]

[aim_exorable]

[She doesn't have to look hard; he's there and scooping her up into his arms in a heartbeat.]

Shoosh. I'm here.

[feralfanatic]

...Thank you.

[She presses her head against him, enjoying the feeling of being supported entirely in his arms. It made him seem even less a figment of some fever dream back on Alternia. She knew this place was real, she had tried to test if it was fake back when she first arrived, but the dream's blunt reminder of what awaited her on her return had filled her with anxiety.]

[For a little while she will say nothing, just enjoying the feeling of being supported by her moirail. Who was totally real and not fake. Take that stupid dream!]

[aim_exorable]

Shoosh. Everything will be alright.

[At least for now, and that's as good as he can promise her. Making sure she's comfortable in his arms, he keeps rubbing her back and pacing about the room. It helps make him less uneasy, as if he's actually doing something.]

[feralfanatic]

[Disciple nods slowly, which he will feel on his chest, she tries to not dig her horns into him.]

I know... thank you... I just...

[She presses herself closer to him, in his arms.]

I just really did not need a reminder of what was back there, waiting for me.

[aim_exorable]

None of us do.

[He holds her tighter, craning his neck so he can press his face between her horns.]

There are no happy endings for any of us- [Highblood not counting.] -but I swear I will figure out a way for us to stay here. The scientists can't keep everything a perfect experiment forever.

[feralfanatic]

When you say it like that, I might even be able to believe it.

[It still sounded like a bit of a pipe-dream, but who really knows in this place? The calming presence of being cradled by her moirail was all she really cared about right now. The rhythmic breathing as he pressed his face against the top of her head served to settle her nerves just a little bit more.]

[aim_exorable]

We've already gotten information about their activities from them. It's just a matter of time.

[And luck, but not everyone is like Mindfang, believing that it is always on their side. He keeps Disciple held in place as he tries to think of anything else he could possibly say.]

[feralfanatic]

[He was already doing the best thing he could be, in holding her as he was, words were superfluous. Few were the moments she was quite this glad about their difference in size. Being cradled by him seemed like being housed in an impenetrable fortress.]

That is good, then. That is good.

[aim_exorable]

[Then that's what he'll keep doing! It's worked so far for other non-moirail types that he seems to associate with.]

If they even think about putting you back there, I'll tear apart the whole city with my bare hands to get you back, I swear.

[feralfanatic]

That means a lot, Darkleer. Thank you...

[She hesistates for a second, there in his arms. There was something else she wanted, but had not had in a long time. Not since the cupcakes with Lysunder.]

Can you...

Can you sing for me? Like you did months ago for Lysunder and I?

[aim_exorable]

[...Oh. Right. That was a thing he did. Stupid small high from cupcakes.]

I suppose I could... You're sure?

[feralfanatic]

mm-hmmm...

[Disciple so small in his arms, just nods her head into him as she was being carried. She was starting to succumb to the calming embrace. It was the middle of her sleep-cycle after all.]

[aim_exorable]

Very well.

[A deep breath, and he starts to sing out a low calm tune. An old soldier's song to keep them company when they were on their own. It's the only one he can think of in this moment.]

[feralfanatic]

[She presses herself closer to him, in his arm, settling in. Then the song sung with Darkleer's deep voice works its magic. He will notice her breathing growing slower and slower... and then he had a sleeping Disciple held in his arms. Hopefully this time with no tragic dreams to be had.]