Sweet and Scary

An island of fruit and faceless baboons.

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Sweet and Scary

Postby Eliro Darkcrest on September 9th, 2015, 3:26 am


83rd OF SUMMER, 515AV
11th BELL, NIGHT
DREAMSCAPES

"Wa-Hu!" The startling noise woke the Svefra up. She felt warm, warmer tan usual. The Svefra thought she was still bundled tightly in her blankets and pillows on her ship. She could almost feel the gently rocking of the ocean waves on her Casinor, but when she peaked through her eye lashes, she was not met with the dark cabin of her vessel. Bright sun shone on her face, and squinting was all Eliro could do. Throwing the mass of blankets from herself, she sat up, covering her face with her hand and blinking a few times. She was no longer groggy and grumpy, but very awake now.

"Wa-Hu!" The deep grumbling bark bounced Eliro onto her feet, and she stepped forward, salty water crashing over her toes now as she looked out at the ocean before her. A small sense of relief washed over her at the comfort of the never-ending water. "Wa-Hu!" Eliro spun around, reminded of the strange bark that woke her.

But her bedding was gone. Instead she stood in front of a long expanse of white sand, freckled with colorful shells that Eliro could have sword were only found in deep sea, not on the shore. But she brushed it off because her focus now was on the massive trees before her. Unsure of exactly what kind they were, she stepped forward, peering up at the bright yellow fruit on the tropical tree that was closest to her. The banana was easily half as tall as her.

"What the-"

"Wa-Hu!" She was interrupted, and Eliro growled at the noise. What was barking like that? Would it shut up already?

"Be quiet!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. If she didn't know better, she could have sworn the land she stood on vibrated with the intensity of her yell. Eliro strode forward, interested in this nearly-human-sized banana now, and as she neared the tree-line, she noticed something odd about it.

Although the Svefra thought the island was tropical, she now saw trees of all sorts, proportional to the banana tree, not to her. Plums, cherries and some pink fruit she couldn't identify hung from the trees nearest her, but that did not confuse Eliro so much as the fact that the trees seemed to be in a perfect line. Appropriately separated to grow to their massive height, but utterly straight. As the sea-dweller's bare feet left the sand and slid into the soft grass, she realized she could see the ocean on the other side of the clear avenue of trees. The concept of an orchard was completely foreign to the Svefra, but she understood she was on an island, and not a very big one.

"Wa-Hu!" The bark echoed around her and suddenly there was a chorus of different pitches of the strange call. Eliro could see nothing on the soft avenues of grass that stretched between the trees. No animal to give that noise.

Worried now, worried that she was going crazy, Eliro began to run. Long sea-ready legs threw her across the smooth even ground with ease and it seemed to be only a few ticks before she found herself facing the beach on the other side of the island. Quickly changing direction, Eliro sprang through a section of trees, between a grapefruit tree and a coconut one and where she thought she would meet a blank expanse of grass, she ran straight into a figure.

Eliro didn't feel the collision, so much as see it, and suddenly she was on the ground, staring up at a man. A land-dweller by the immediate looks of him. The bright bright sunlight that filtered through the trees framed the stranger's face so that she couldn't clearly make out any features.

She didn't feel winded, or hurt in anyway, but Eliro struggled to roll over to her belly so that she could push herself up. Huffing as if she had lost her breathe, although she felt perfectly fine, She pushed herself from the ground slowly, getting herself to a sitting position to look up at the figure once more.

"Are you barking?" She asked, just realizing that the chorus of 'Wa-Hu' had gone silent now as she looked at the strange man on this strange island.




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