elite_rp, October prompt: It was the oddest dream...(open to logan_maxwell)
Inara Serra was dreaming. She did not, of course, realize she was dreaming. Dreamers rarely do, and in truth, Inara prefers not to think too hard on the images her unconscious mind conjures up; once the realization creeps in, 'this is a dream', then the dream becames stale and sleep is less satisfying.
Inara's job affords her little sleep as it is, so she tries to enjoy what sleep she is allowed.
She's sitting in a park, waiting for someone. She doesn't know who or what she's waiting for...only she does. Or at least, when who's she's waiting for gets here, she's sure she'll know them...
It's pretty here. She's never seen trees and grass quite like this. If she was awake that would strike her as strange, but in her sleep, cobwebs are silk, leaves are gold, and everything makes perfect sense.
She hears footsteps coming down the path, and she looks up, and she smiles. "Hello there."