[night mares]
Characters: Myhrta Starshower; OPEN
Location: The cold stretch of the Borean Tundra within Myhrta's dreams.
Time: Early dusk - both in and out of the dream.
Brief Summary: Second dream of the Night Mare event. Myhrta shares a moment in camp with one of her old friends.
Rating: PG.
After a stretch away from Northrend, she always forgot how cold it was. Her breath misted in the air whenever she breathed out and, not for the first time, was glad that she had chosen to wear something high necked, long sleeved, and padded. All the same, she pulled her cloak around her further and stoked the fire.
Beras came walking up, his mask pulled up over his nose and his hood over his ink-spill of hair. It was nice to be able to hear him coming for once. She greeted him with a bow of the head and he answered it with one of his own.
"Sgal and Kaelorn are sleeping?"
Myhrta shook her head. "I don't think so. I think Sgal is thinning out some of the dragonkin outside, and I believe Kae is rounding up another young drake."
Beras shook his head. "That's not smart. If they need us to take that rift reading in the dungeon, we should be as rested as we can be."
It was her turn to shrug. She took her eyes away from the fire and looked up at the shimmering purple haze of the shield. Through the thick trees and over the unpredictable terrain, she could make out the shape of one of the huge Nexus guardians beating its wings against the sky.
No sign of Kaelorn just yet. She gave a soft sigh.
"We will enter the Nexus when we are ready. That's all there is to it."
Beras hunkered down beside her, eyes glowing in the dim light. She gave him the spit and he turned it in his hands, looking at the fire with an unreadable expression.
She tilted her head and looked up through the shimmering purple dome once more. The stars looked so sharp and bright, like diamonds glittering coldly through a shimmering heat haze.
If only they had the heat too, she thought wryly.
Her thoughts were broken at the sound of a keening shriek. She snapped her head around and Beras was already on his feet, prowling closer to the edge of the shield. The shriek was head again, loud enough to burst her eardrums, a long, keening wail of a dragon - or so she had to assume, but she had never heard anything about it.
Her vision swam in white and blue as the keening continued, distorting the world around her and making the camp swim and waver, twisting into not-quite there shapes. Now she was looking down at it as if from a great height, through a layer of water. She could see Beras at the edge of the shield and - strangely - herself beside him, her staff held at the ready.
The image was so clear - except for slight ripples - she felt she could reach down and touch the tiny figures. Her fingers skimmed the surface of something which was no definitely water and she snatched them back with a gasp of pain. The water was ice cold, utterly frozen, and felt as if it were sloughing through bone.
The image swam beneath her, and suddenly there were four tiny Night Elves and a Draenei standing at the swirling vortex that marked the entrance to the Nexus.
No - she remembered how this went. She did not wish to see it again.
Location: The cold stretch of the Borean Tundra within Myhrta's dreams.
Time: Early dusk - both in and out of the dream.
Brief Summary: Second dream of the Night Mare event. Myhrta shares a moment in camp with one of her old friends.
Rating: PG.
After a stretch away from Northrend, she always forgot how cold it was. Her breath misted in the air whenever she breathed out and, not for the first time, was glad that she had chosen to wear something high necked, long sleeved, and padded. All the same, she pulled her cloak around her further and stoked the fire.
Beras came walking up, his mask pulled up over his nose and his hood over his ink-spill of hair. It was nice to be able to hear him coming for once. She greeted him with a bow of the head and he answered it with one of his own.
"Sgal and Kaelorn are sleeping?"
Myhrta shook her head. "I don't think so. I think Sgal is thinning out some of the dragonkin outside, and I believe Kae is rounding up another young drake."
Beras shook his head. "That's not smart. If they need us to take that rift reading in the dungeon, we should be as rested as we can be."
It was her turn to shrug. She took her eyes away from the fire and looked up at the shimmering purple haze of the shield. Through the thick trees and over the unpredictable terrain, she could make out the shape of one of the huge Nexus guardians beating its wings against the sky.
No sign of Kaelorn just yet. She gave a soft sigh.
"We will enter the Nexus when we are ready. That's all there is to it."
Beras hunkered down beside her, eyes glowing in the dim light. She gave him the spit and he turned it in his hands, looking at the fire with an unreadable expression.
She tilted her head and looked up through the shimmering purple dome once more. The stars looked so sharp and bright, like diamonds glittering coldly through a shimmering heat haze.
If only they had the heat too, she thought wryly.
Her thoughts were broken at the sound of a keening shriek. She snapped her head around and Beras was already on his feet, prowling closer to the edge of the shield. The shriek was head again, loud enough to burst her eardrums, a long, keening wail of a dragon - or so she had to assume, but she had never heard anything about it.
Her vision swam in white and blue as the keening continued, distorting the world around her and making the camp swim and waver, twisting into not-quite there shapes. Now she was looking down at it as if from a great height, through a layer of water. She could see Beras at the edge of the shield and - strangely - herself beside him, her staff held at the ready.
The image was so clear - except for slight ripples - she felt she could reach down and touch the tiny figures. Her fingers skimmed the surface of something which was no definitely water and she snatched them back with a gasp of pain. The water was ice cold, utterly frozen, and felt as if it were sloughing through bone.
The image swam beneath her, and suddenly there were four tiny Night Elves and a Draenei standing at the swirling vortex that marked the entrance to the Nexus.
No - she remembered how this went. She did not wish to see it again.