[open] oh is this a bad dream? or the best dream that I've ever had?
Characters: Presea/forgotmyforge, and open
Date/Time: 6 Sept, nighttime
Location: dreamscape!
Rating: G to start
Summary: You know those dreams you have where you show up for an exam and you forgot to wear pants? This is something similar. A little lighthearted fun in the midst of the current mess.
If you asked her where she'd come from, Presea couldn't point it out. Here she was, leaning up on her toes at the end of a long aisle, watching for someone. She was in the park, she thought, and there were clouds gathering overhead, so she hoped the person would hurry. There were people all standing in rows facing her, dressed in a motley array of costuming. Some were in nice silk, others in workboots. They were mostly smiling, faces she'd seen in the Sphere and faces from her few memories.
She was getting married, she remembered suddenly, and when she looked down at her hands she was holding ribbons, as was proper. But she couldn't remember who she was getting married to, which could be important. What if she grabbed the wrong partner? She looked around for clues and found none, although she did realize that she was wearing mismatched shoes and sat down to take them off.
But as soon as she sat, she sprang up again, as a chorus of instruments announced another entrance. The person who stood at the end of the aisle had their face covered with a filmy veil, and Presea was frustrated to be unable to see the face. Just then, the storm broke above them, in a clatter of thunder and a sudden heavy shower. Presea and her guests shouted in dismay and the person in the fluffy bridal gown threw back the veil -- it was Cephiro, clearly displeased to be getting soaked.
"I can't marry you!" she said in alarm. "You're not wearing pants!" It seemed like a reasonable argument; pants were quite important.
He grinned and lifted his skirts daintily; underneath there were trousers. She laughed and the rain continued its irreverent work on her clothes and hair, but now it was soft as candy floss, and just as warm.
By the time that she ran to meet him he was small again and she picked him up and swung him around, laughing. Together they walked away into the forest, the whole ceremony forgotten behind them, and they walked for only a little way before they were strolling off the side of the island, unconcerned by the fact that they had to fall, because they weren't falling. Instead Presea was flying, without any apparent magic at all, and she thought that if she reached a little further, she could surely touch the sun.
[ ooc: Feel free to hop in at any point. Come to the not-wedding, interrupt it, come flying, manipulate, whatever, it's all good to me. ]
Date/Time: 6 Sept, nighttime
Location: dreamscape!
Rating: G to start
Summary: You know those dreams you have where you show up for an exam and you forgot to wear pants? This is something similar. A little lighthearted fun in the midst of the current mess.
If you asked her where she'd come from, Presea couldn't point it out. Here she was, leaning up on her toes at the end of a long aisle, watching for someone. She was in the park, she thought, and there were clouds gathering overhead, so she hoped the person would hurry. There were people all standing in rows facing her, dressed in a motley array of costuming. Some were in nice silk, others in workboots. They were mostly smiling, faces she'd seen in the Sphere and faces from her few memories.
She was getting married, she remembered suddenly, and when she looked down at her hands she was holding ribbons, as was proper. But she couldn't remember who she was getting married to, which could be important. What if she grabbed the wrong partner? She looked around for clues and found none, although she did realize that she was wearing mismatched shoes and sat down to take them off.
But as soon as she sat, she sprang up again, as a chorus of instruments announced another entrance. The person who stood at the end of the aisle had their face covered with a filmy veil, and Presea was frustrated to be unable to see the face. Just then, the storm broke above them, in a clatter of thunder and a sudden heavy shower. Presea and her guests shouted in dismay and the person in the fluffy bridal gown threw back the veil -- it was Cephiro, clearly displeased to be getting soaked.
"I can't marry you!" she said in alarm. "You're not wearing pants!" It seemed like a reasonable argument; pants were quite important.
He grinned and lifted his skirts daintily; underneath there were trousers. She laughed and the rain continued its irreverent work on her clothes and hair, but now it was soft as candy floss, and just as warm.
By the time that she ran to meet him he was small again and she picked him up and swung him around, laughing. Together they walked away into the forest, the whole ceremony forgotten behind them, and they walked for only a little way before they were strolling off the side of the island, unconcerned by the fact that they had to fall, because they weren't falling. Instead Presea was flying, without any apparent magic at all, and she thought that if she reached a little further, she could surely touch the sun.
[ ooc: Feel free to hop in at any point. Come to the not-wedding, interrupt it, come flying, manipulate, whatever, it's all good to me. ]