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sleepchamberknees2018-12-15 05:25 pm
quintessent) wrote in sleepchamberknees2018-12-15 05:25 pm
Afterwards
[She floated.
It's impossible to tell for how long. Timelessly her consciousness traveled through the cosmos. Or perhaps traveled isn't the right word. It was part of it. She saw to the farthest corners of the universe, and every spiraling tendril of reality that split and branched like a great tree, grown back and stitched together and infinite.
And she felt a warm embrace.]
It is not yet time for you, Daughter.
[The next thing she felt was cold. Not a deep, existential dread sort of cold, but the sort of chill that a midcycle night on Altea would bring. If she closed her eyes, she could even hear the distant call of the Kathalta birds from her childhood, as they prepared to nest for the evening.
No. She could hear them. Just as clearly as she could feel the cold night air on her face.
Allura opened her eyes. It was all she could do, at first, with the great wariness that seemed to weigh her down, as if she'd been sleeping for millennia. Again.
Slowly, as her senses started to come back to her, she could hear talking nearby — familiar voices — from the other side of a great structure. A statue, even if she didn't bother to look to see who it was of. Slowly, on aching limbs, she climbed, hands grasping at the statue for support and step-by-step. She still hasn't caught up with just why and where she is, but the first step is always just to move forward.
And so, one (1) long dead princess appears, shadowed in her own statue. Hair hanging limply and dressed in the same paladin armor she'd been wearing the day she disappeared.]
Hello...?
It's impossible to tell for how long. Timelessly her consciousness traveled through the cosmos. Or perhaps traveled isn't the right word. It was part of it. She saw to the farthest corners of the universe, and every spiraling tendril of reality that split and branched like a great tree, grown back and stitched together and infinite.
And she felt a warm embrace.]
It is not yet time for you, Daughter.
[The next thing she felt was cold. Not a deep, existential dread sort of cold, but the sort of chill that a midcycle night on Altea would bring. If she closed her eyes, she could even hear the distant call of the Kathalta birds from her childhood, as they prepared to nest for the evening.
No. She could hear them. Just as clearly as she could feel the cold night air on her face.
Allura opened her eyes. It was all she could do, at first, with the great wariness that seemed to weigh her down, as if she'd been sleeping for millennia. Again.
Slowly, as her senses started to come back to her, she could hear talking nearby — familiar voices — from the other side of a great structure. A statue, even if she didn't bother to look to see who it was of. Slowly, on aching limbs, she climbed, hands grasping at the statue for support and step-by-step. She still hasn't caught up with just why and where she is, but the first step is always just to move forward.
And so, one (1) long dead princess appears, shadowed in her own statue. Hair hanging limply and dressed in the same paladin armor she'd been wearing the day she disappeared.]
Hello...?