Post by Venus on Jun 13, 2008 15:18:21 GMT -5
Aisling propped herself up against one of the larger ancient trees in the forest surrounding Black Claw Mountain.
Nose scrunched, she sat. And thought.
The magical signature left behind that she had been following had suddenly disappeared. It couldn't just be your normal magic fade, or decay, since that took a while to happen - and the stronger the magic, the longer it took.
This magic had been of medium strength, so definitely shouldn't have faded out of existence by now. It wasn't normal. So Aisling shut her eyes and slipped into the world of Dream.
&&|| She saw the world through sapphire tinted eyes.
Trees were a shade of blue shale that she'd never seen, the sky, palest periwinkle. And the water dripping into puddles on the turquoise ground was like liquid silver, poured from a boiling forge of sapphire.
Despite all this detail, her sight didn't feel clear. Things were muzzy, covered by a gold haze that made her dizzy. In patches it was intense - almost blinding - but in others it had nearly totally faded away, leaving her eyes free to roam over the beautiful shades of the landscape.
The grass and ground was violet blue beneath her claws, but was torn away in what looked like the gouges from a dragon taking off.
But what was most puzzling was what she saw before her - a trail of sparkling blue, dancing around playfully, invitingly in front of her snout. It led away up into the sky, single sparkles flitting around in a dashing dance, glittering in the tinted light.
She reached out, wanting to capture the beauty in her claws like a tangled spiderweb. But she was stopped, blocked by a barrier of the darkest shade of purple imaginable.
Confused, she sat, and watched the moment fade in front of her eyes, the blue darkening to black, and the gold fizzling out forever...
And with a gasp, Aisling was back, claws now digging into the bark at her back. Mind whizzing through her catalogue of Dream interpretation, a sense of dread settled on her shoulders like a mantle.
For a moment, her eyes clouded and she saw that trail of blue and mingled gold leading away from her again, beckoning like a long lost friend. She blinked and shook her head, and when she looked again it was gone.
Determined, Aisling got up and took off again, diving into the clouds to follow the tug of that invisible trail. The pull lead her from the hidden realm of Dream - and as always, she was just the puppet.
Nose scrunched, she sat. And thought.
The magical signature left behind that she had been following had suddenly disappeared. It couldn't just be your normal magic fade, or decay, since that took a while to happen - and the stronger the magic, the longer it took.
This magic had been of medium strength, so definitely shouldn't have faded out of existence by now. It wasn't normal. So Aisling shut her eyes and slipped into the world of Dream.
&&|| She saw the world through sapphire tinted eyes.
Trees were a shade of blue shale that she'd never seen, the sky, palest periwinkle. And the water dripping into puddles on the turquoise ground was like liquid silver, poured from a boiling forge of sapphire.
Despite all this detail, her sight didn't feel clear. Things were muzzy, covered by a gold haze that made her dizzy. In patches it was intense - almost blinding - but in others it had nearly totally faded away, leaving her eyes free to roam over the beautiful shades of the landscape.
The grass and ground was violet blue beneath her claws, but was torn away in what looked like the gouges from a dragon taking off.
But what was most puzzling was what she saw before her - a trail of sparkling blue, dancing around playfully, invitingly in front of her snout. It led away up into the sky, single sparkles flitting around in a dashing dance, glittering in the tinted light.
She reached out, wanting to capture the beauty in her claws like a tangled spiderweb. But she was stopped, blocked by a barrier of the darkest shade of purple imaginable.
Confused, she sat, and watched the moment fade in front of her eyes, the blue darkening to black, and the gold fizzling out forever...
And with a gasp, Aisling was back, claws now digging into the bark at her back. Mind whizzing through her catalogue of Dream interpretation, a sense of dread settled on her shoulders like a mantle.
For a moment, her eyes clouded and she saw that trail of blue and mingled gold leading away from her again, beckoning like a long lost friend. She blinked and shook her head, and when she looked again it was gone.
Determined, Aisling got up and took off again, diving into the clouds to follow the tug of that invisible trail. The pull lead her from the hidden realm of Dream - and as always, she was just the puppet.