Time Stamp 90 Fall 513
Laying in her bedroll once more, Taylani sleeps quiet and undisturbed by the night outside. However in her own mind disturbances are common place in the night time hours when all are asleep. Dreams are the landscapes of our hopes and fears, where our mind goes to play out its greatest fantasies, or its darkest nightmares.
All around was fog, a white dense fog that was so thick there was a fear that it would ensnare, entangle. There was no light source but there was light everywhere, bouncing off the white cloud bank that made up the fog. In the distance voices wailed sometimes growing louder, other times growing softer. Taylani was lost, lost and confused, her belly round and extended heavy with child. Her clothing was a simple shift, that fell over her form to her knees, her red hair loose down to her waist far longer than what it usually is, and not decorated by braid. However within the strands beads were interwoven, clacking every time she turned her head to look back and forth trying to find her direction.
How was she supposed to find her way? How was she supposed to decide which path to take? She was so frightened of the voices wailing just behind the fog bank that she almost did not want to move, but she knew she must. No one could stand still here, everything rushes forward whether you wanted them too or not.
Suddenly her mother materialized out of the fog, the familiar red hair, familiar blue eyes looking so kindly that Taylani turned instinctively to her. When her belly became obvious to the older woman Taylani could see the surprised hope fade from the older womans eyes. Replaced by disgust and revulsion, the older woman spits out at her daughter “My daughter is dead. Died the moment she let a barbarian touch her.” Instantly Angelia faded into the fog, leaving Taylani left to cry out against her mother’s words.
Somewhere in Taylani’s mind there was a little part that knew that could not have happened, somewhere logic reasoned that there was no way her mother would have known who the father of her child was. That did not help the heartache at being abandoned by the one person Taylani felt loved her no matter what.
Another voice, one that sounded so much like Fallan though she could not see him began to speak. “See Taylani? I told you, you can never go back. You are Drykas now.” The common flowing from his voice though with no accent penetrated her ears and Taylani fell to her knees. The voices continued to wail around her, and her own voice rose to mingle with theirs.
Taylani thrashed a little in her sleep, moaning until a strong arm settled around her and pulled her back close. Her body settles down, and she enters once more a deeper sleep.
Laying in her bedroll once more, Taylani sleeps quiet and undisturbed by the night outside. However in her own mind disturbances are common place in the night time hours when all are asleep. Dreams are the landscapes of our hopes and fears, where our mind goes to play out its greatest fantasies, or its darkest nightmares.
All around was fog, a white dense fog that was so thick there was a fear that it would ensnare, entangle. There was no light source but there was light everywhere, bouncing off the white cloud bank that made up the fog. In the distance voices wailed sometimes growing louder, other times growing softer. Taylani was lost, lost and confused, her belly round and extended heavy with child. Her clothing was a simple shift, that fell over her form to her knees, her red hair loose down to her waist far longer than what it usually is, and not decorated by braid. However within the strands beads were interwoven, clacking every time she turned her head to look back and forth trying to find her direction.
How was she supposed to find her way? How was she supposed to decide which path to take? She was so frightened of the voices wailing just behind the fog bank that she almost did not want to move, but she knew she must. No one could stand still here, everything rushes forward whether you wanted them too or not.
Suddenly her mother materialized out of the fog, the familiar red hair, familiar blue eyes looking so kindly that Taylani turned instinctively to her. When her belly became obvious to the older woman Taylani could see the surprised hope fade from the older womans eyes. Replaced by disgust and revulsion, the older woman spits out at her daughter “My daughter is dead. Died the moment she let a barbarian touch her.” Instantly Angelia faded into the fog, leaving Taylani left to cry out against her mother’s words.
Somewhere in Taylani’s mind there was a little part that knew that could not have happened, somewhere logic reasoned that there was no way her mother would have known who the father of her child was. That did not help the heartache at being abandoned by the one person Taylani felt loved her no matter what.
Another voice, one that sounded so much like Fallan though she could not see him began to speak. “See Taylani? I told you, you can never go back. You are Drykas now.” The common flowing from his voice though with no accent penetrated her ears and Taylani fell to her knees. The voices continued to wail around her, and her own voice rose to mingle with theirs.
Taylani thrashed a little in her sleep, moaning until a strong arm settled around her and pulled her back close. Her body settles down, and she enters once more a deeper sleep.
