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dreams - Alys - 02-04-2025
In the days and weeks following Sascha’s death at the hands of the void yeti, Alys slept.
It was a mark of her depression that she refused to travel with her partner, and that she even left her tarot cards untouched. She dragged herself through the motions of living, forcing a meal, a bath, a walk out back to the grave they’d dug for the ursur - but it all felt surreal, like she was watching herself press on, unable to fully experience it.
The one thing she was able to do (and admittedly did too much of) was sleep. When she slept, she was blessedly free of the knowledge of her companion’s death, blissfully able to imagine a world in which Sascha still lived. The occasional nightmare was marked by the blood of Sohalia or Zavien against the snow, but she could live with those memories. And, thankfully, she hadn’t seen Sascha’s death with her own eyes, so she wasn’t haunted by watching the light slip from the little ursur’s eyes over and over again. So she slept, often and for long stretches, bundled up in blankets against the winter chill.
And sometimes, when she dreamed, she saw snatches of things she didn’t quite understand.
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Magic: Lucid Dreaming | A fleeting vision of the future or the past that allows a glimpse of what has been or what may yet be, though these insights are unreliable and difficult to control. (OOC: Will reveal one plot-related clue per season, giving vague imagery/details).
Type: Light | Rank: Basic
RE: dreams - Alys - 02-04-2025
In her dreams, a blurry image of a sky came into being, and she found herself staring up at it as though laying on her back, stargazing. It was pretty, in a way, even if it was out of focus, and the woman squinted up at the sky, trying to make the image clearer. Sudden clarity came to her in the way it only does in dreams, and she realized that it was LongNight - so they couldn’t be stars. All light was gone, and that included the night sky. So what was she seeing? With a rush, the image became focused and clear, and Alys gasped.
Eyes. Thousands upon thousands of eyes.
Alys sat up in bed with a start, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She was at home, surrounded by familiar things, and the light streaming in through the window indicated that it was midafternoon. It wasn’t LongNight yet. It wasn’t even nighttime. But the dream sat strangely with her anyway, and she bundled herself up in her blankets as though they could protect her from the watching eyes of her dream.
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