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| who = Lys, Lys{{!}}Evyth
| where = Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Lys' beautiful dream.
| involves =High Reaches Weyr
| day =5
| month =2
| turn = 39
| IP = Interval
| IP2 = 10
| custom =
| gamedate = 2015.10.25
| quote = << Is this real? >>
| weather =
| mentions =
| ooc = Squishy squishy feelz.
| icons = lys happy.jpg, lys evyth.jpg
| type = Vignette
| desc =
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| log = The dream is beautiful. Lya-- Lys?-- is practically weightless as she leaves the couch in the weyrling barracks. Her feet must ache from the day of work and then the standing on the hot sands, but she doesn't feel it. It's practically a dance that takes her into the bowl, an impulse that drives her to launch herself into H'vier's arms when she sees him and share her joy, her overwhelming happiness.

The bath, the familiar comfort of clean clothes, the food that tasted bizarrely better than anything she'd ever had from the kitchens here before-- it all only served to convince her of the dream. Briefly, her fear of waking, of ever having to give up this feeling unsettled her, but a swirl of bright contentment shooed such silliness back into the shadows. Something of that contentment beckons, a rainbow reaching for her heart, and she flies swift as her feet will carry her, almost not knowing where she's going. She follows the pull she hopes she'll never escape, and ends up breathless at the end of the couch, the heavy bags slung over her shoulders forgotten in the moment of awe that takes her breath away.

Evyth is ''perfection''. Being near now, both physically, and the mentally that she never was not, she realizes only now, she can see them: Evyth's dreams. She can feel them. She won't remember later having crawled into the couch, having left the bags only barely tugged out of the aisle, having curled herself around the sleeping green, ''freezing'' when the beautiful flow of feelings, colors, half-formed ideas, barely born ideas, and delicious tastes hiccups when the green doesn't quite fully wake.

Lys can't breathe; for three heartbeats, she doesn't. Then Evyth snuggles against her, shifts enough that Lys can curl her arms around the tiny green, and she is at peace once more. The amazing medley of sensation slowly resumes and for a time Lys cannot sleep. She's exhausted in the best way she's ever been, she knows she ''should'' sleep, but she can't bear to miss one moment of this dream. << Is this real? >> Evyth had asked her in those first moments. They'd concluded it must be real, but here where there is only joy, it's hard to believe.

She wakes to the feeling of intense hunger and there's a wash of apology. Lys doesn't know when she fell asleep, but her fear takes her on waking. Of course after that dream she'd be hungry: hungry for love, for acceptance, for peace and joy, for ''belonging'', for all the things she knew she would never have and--

<< Actually, just meat, >> Evyth's apology is there, so ''real'' and ''there''. Lys' eyes open, wet already, to marvel at the green peering down at her. << Are you alright, Lys? Are you crying again? You're crying again! Oh no, please stop. Please don't cry. Please! >> Only now the crying is good crying, and Lys draws her lifemate close. She could stay like this ''forever''. Only--

<< Lys? >>

Lys laughs. "Of course, Evyth."

The dream is beautiful. It's also sometimes gross, sticky, smelly, and what Lys wouldn't give for her dragon to be able to poop somewhere she didn't have to clean it up, but the dream is beautiful. ''Evyth'' is beautiful and Lys gets to keep her dream, her Evyth, forever.
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 The dream is beautiful. It's also sometimes gross, sticky, smelly, and what Lys wouldn't give for her dragon to be able to poop somewhere she didn't have to clean it up, but the dream is beautiful. ''Evyth'' is beautiful and Lys gets to keep her dream, her Evyth, forever.
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Bot at 21:35, 21 January 2016

Kaleidoscope: Created page with "{{Log | who = Lys, Lys{{!}}Evyth | where = Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr | what = Lys' beautiful dream. | involves =High Reaches Weyr | day =5 | month =2 | turn = 39 |..."