This...no, this won't do at all.
A crowd, bustling, jostling, kicking up dusty dirt on occasion. One man stands out from the crowd, his vivid burgundy robe a stark contrast from the faded earth tones of those around him.
He looks up, meeting the eyes of a woman straddling a windowsill. The man bows his head in shame.
The scene freezes, save for the one robed figure, who observes, "I can stop time."
"You can do anything you wish." A woman, velvety black hair curling below her shoulders, appears next to him where before there was only empty space. "You're only limited by your determination, your fears."
The man looks away, giddy with the almost comic stillness, amazed at how so many could be rendered motionless, caught mid-stride.
"So, shall we talk about something else?" the woman next to him asks. He turns back, but now he's in a shop, his shop, behind the counter, surrounded by display cases, like a bankrupt jeweler, a paradox considering the wooden walls and floor. The woman from the window is there, and a note, completely illegible, is left on one of the display cases.
At first, I thought it seemed most like a reference to KOTOR2, with the woman with the hair as Kreia, the man as the main character, but then I realized that there were elements from my book. I thought about this dream for a while, trying to flesh it out into a viable story of its own. I've concluded the shop to actually be a cafe of some kind, in which the man and the velvety hair meet up. The time will have to be somewhere between 2050 and 2200, long after modern day and certainly before the formation of the Terran League. Technically I think the upper constraint should be 2150, but details, details. I picture the setting as a still undeveloped region of Asia (or perhaps a recently flattened part of Asia, depending on timeframe) due to the dirt I mentioned, the architecture I see in my head. The woman with the black hair's going to have to be a Bender, though, if she's going to mentor this guy, and that's a problem. It's bad enough that they tolerate Jeremiah Gaius from about 2200 onward. I fear that letting another of the flock take liberties is going to bend the limits of plausibility. Then there's the trouble of the woman in the window. I feel that there's a connection between her and the guy, but I'm not sure what. Romantic? Then there'll definitely be trouble because I sense a spark between the guy and his new mentor. Maybe filial? Not sure; have to think about that.
It's e-day today. What's today's math team snack? E-clairs.
I had thought there was more, somehow.
He looks up, meeting the eyes of a woman straddling a windowsill. The man bows his head in shame.
The scene freezes, save for the one robed figure, who observes, "I can stop time."
"You can do anything you wish." A woman, velvety black hair curling below her shoulders, appears next to him where before there was only empty space. "You're only limited by your determination, your fears."
The man looks away, giddy with the almost comic stillness, amazed at how so many could be rendered motionless, caught mid-stride.
"So, shall we talk about something else?" the woman next to him asks. He turns back, but now he's in a shop, his shop, behind the counter, surrounded by display cases, like a bankrupt jeweler, a paradox considering the wooden walls and floor. The woman from the window is there, and a note, completely illegible, is left on one of the display cases.
At first, I thought it seemed most like a reference to KOTOR2, with the woman with the hair as Kreia, the man as the main character, but then I realized that there were elements from my book. I thought about this dream for a while, trying to flesh it out into a viable story of its own. I've concluded the shop to actually be a cafe of some kind, in which the man and the velvety hair meet up. The time will have to be somewhere between 2050 and 2200, long after modern day and certainly before the formation of the Terran League. Technically I think the upper constraint should be 2150, but details, details. I picture the setting as a still undeveloped region of Asia (or perhaps a recently flattened part of Asia, depending on timeframe) due to the dirt I mentioned, the architecture I see in my head. The woman with the black hair's going to have to be a Bender, though, if she's going to mentor this guy, and that's a problem. It's bad enough that they tolerate Jeremiah Gaius from about 2200 onward. I fear that letting another of the flock take liberties is going to bend the limits of plausibility. Then there's the trouble of the woman in the window. I feel that there's a connection between her and the guy, but I'm not sure what. Romantic? Then there'll definitely be trouble because I sense a spark between the guy and his new mentor. Maybe filial? Not sure; have to think about that.
It's e-day today. What's today's math team snack? E-clairs.
I had thought there was more, somehow.