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Oct. 19th, 2012 06:59 am Skysong is curled upon on one of the soft chairs next to the fire. Her closed eyes and steady breathing show she is sleeping, and her tail only flicks occasionally, perhaps out of habit. It's a perfect scene of serenity, and her dreams closely match.
The sky was a bright, inviting blue. Diane, Spots, Numair and grandpa Dimondflame all stood by the lake. The fog was gone, and all that remained of the terror outside was the scary building that had recently popped up. It was of no consequence though, it couldn't get through the three most powerful beings in all of Tortall- Skysong was safe.
"Skysong! Let's play!" Spot's voice rings out. He speeds into a gallop heading towards the building. Diane, Numair and Dimondflame laugh at the horse's antics, and wave Skysong on to play. The small dragon dashes after her friend, intent on catching him. The building looms larger as the pair grow closer. Spot continues to shout playfully at the young dragon, willing her on to catch him,
But Skysong is slowing down. Something is wrong. She turns to look backward: The three adults were gone. It was just her, Spot... and that building. Spot has also slowed down, almost right at the door. "It's alright! We can go in!" It still sounds like Spot but... Something is tugging on Skysong, a sense of warning.
She should not go into that building. It was evil, and scary, and everyone was scared of it.
"You must come." Skysong starts to back away. Spot's urging has taken an unfriendly turn, no longer is his posture one of friendly invitation. He is advancing on the young dragon. Things not-right start to occur to her. Spots had never been to the bar. She hadn't seen Diane, Numair or Grandpa either. And Spots never spoke with a voice- he spoke with a mindvoice like every other animal Skysong had met.
Slowly Skysong backs up, then turns and runs.
Skysong tumbles off the chair, her dream becoming a reality. She retreats from the chair, her scales a bright prink tinged with red. Her wings are held closely to her body, and she's almost shivering in fright. She rarely dreamed, and never like that. The occasional bad dream usually had bad things happening to her friends, but this one had just been weird. Skysong exhales deeply, and turns away from the chair.
It was just a dream. Just a dream.
The sky was a bright, inviting blue. Diane, Spots, Numair and grandpa Dimondflame all stood by the lake. The fog was gone, and all that remained of the terror outside was the scary building that had recently popped up. It was of no consequence though, it couldn't get through the three most powerful beings in all of Tortall- Skysong was safe.
"Skysong! Let's play!" Spot's voice rings out. He speeds into a gallop heading towards the building. Diane, Numair and Dimondflame laugh at the horse's antics, and wave Skysong on to play. The small dragon dashes after her friend, intent on catching him. The building looms larger as the pair grow closer. Spot continues to shout playfully at the young dragon, willing her on to catch him,
But Skysong is slowing down. Something is wrong. She turns to look backward: The three adults were gone. It was just her, Spot... and that building. Spot has also slowed down, almost right at the door. "It's alright! We can go in!" It still sounds like Spot but... Something is tugging on Skysong, a sense of warning.
She should not go into that building. It was evil, and scary, and everyone was scared of it.
"You must come." Skysong starts to back away. Spot's urging has taken an unfriendly turn, no longer is his posture one of friendly invitation. He is advancing on the young dragon. Things not-right start to occur to her. Spots had never been to the bar. She hadn't seen Diane, Numair or Grandpa either. And Spots never spoke with a voice- he spoke with a mindvoice like every other animal Skysong had met.
Slowly Skysong backs up, then turns and runs.
Skysong tumbles off the chair, her dream becoming a reality. She retreats from the chair, her scales a bright prink tinged with red. Her wings are held closely to her body, and she's almost shivering in fright. She rarely dreamed, and never like that. The occasional bad dream usually had bad things happening to her friends, but this one had just been weird. Skysong exhales deeply, and turns away from the chair.
It was just a dream. Just a dream.
