09 // dream
Effects: Peace, familiarity, calm, warmth.
Warnings: Nothing!
Notes: This dream is for Side B which means that Side A can feel free to use this for a healing bonus. Not interactive this time, though!
The dream opens in a warm, vast garden, fit for the wealthiest of nobility. Flowers line the paths on each side of the obviously well kept landscape, and a small girl around ten years of age is wandering through, gloved fingers brushing against the petals as she walks. She stops next to a bush of bright orange and yellow marigolds and leans in to smell them, smiling gently.
"Are you feeling sad, Vanessa?"
She startles at the sound of her mother's voice, turning towards the middle aged woman in confusion.
"What do you mean, mama?"
"A marigold represents grief," she explains, kneeling down beside her daughter, long skirts bunching against the ground.
"But...it's such a pretty flower. Why does it represent grief?" the little girl asks, very nearly pouting.
The lady laughs, and thought the sound is tired, it's still the fond laugh of a mother who is used to her many childrens' questions. "I'm sure there's a story behind it, but to be perfectly honest I'm not sure, my dear. That's just how it is."
Vanessa doesn't look satisfied with the answer, but doesn't press her mother for more information. "What about the other flowers in the garden? Do they mean things too?"
"Well, of course. They all do."
"Really?! All of them?" she repeats, shocked.
"Every single one. Shall I teach you all of them? It's an important lesson that all noblewomen should learn eventually." She stands and reaches to take the girl's hand to lead her back inside the house.
"Uh-huh!" she chirps, taking her mother's hand happily. But as they start toward the house, a small boy brandishing a paper sword stops them, swinging his arm around as though to ward them off. One five and a half year old Elliot Nightray does not look pleased with either of them.
"Hey! Where are you two going?" he demands to know.
"Mama is going to teach me about the meaning behind flowers," she informs him, sticking her tongue out at her little brother for emphasis. "And you can't come with us. So there!"
The small boy looks upset for the briefest of moments, but finally stands up tall and puffs out his chest. "Fine! I don't want to learn about flowers anyways! That stuff is for girls!" With that he runs off, paper sword cutting through a row of rose bushes as a maid dashes after him, begging him to behave and come inside for lunch.
"The two of you still aren't getting along lately, are you?" her mother says with another small, strained laugh.
"He's a stupid boy...just like Fred and Claude and Ernest. How come I don't have a sister?" she says, kicking a rock in a very unladylike fashion.
Vernice is quiet a moment, thinking of an answer.
"You don't have a sister because instead you have four brothers who will all do their best to protect you for the rest of your life. So you see? Everything is safe, and there's no reason to fear anything at all."
She awakes a moment later with tears in her eyes, but a rare, pleasant smile gracing her face. Soundlessly, she mouths the word mother.
Warnings: Nothing!
Notes: This dream is for Side B which means that Side A can feel free to use this for a healing bonus. Not interactive this time, though!
The dream opens in a warm, vast garden, fit for the wealthiest of nobility. Flowers line the paths on each side of the obviously well kept landscape, and a small girl around ten years of age is wandering through, gloved fingers brushing against the petals as she walks. She stops next to a bush of bright orange and yellow marigolds and leans in to smell them, smiling gently.
"Are you feeling sad, Vanessa?"
She startles at the sound of her mother's voice, turning towards the middle aged woman in confusion.
"What do you mean, mama?"
"A marigold represents grief," she explains, kneeling down beside her daughter, long skirts bunching against the ground.
"But...it's such a pretty flower. Why does it represent grief?" the little girl asks, very nearly pouting.
The lady laughs, and thought the sound is tired, it's still the fond laugh of a mother who is used to her many childrens' questions. "I'm sure there's a story behind it, but to be perfectly honest I'm not sure, my dear. That's just how it is."
Vanessa doesn't look satisfied with the answer, but doesn't press her mother for more information. "What about the other flowers in the garden? Do they mean things too?"
"Well, of course. They all do."
"Really?! All of them?" she repeats, shocked.
"Every single one. Shall I teach you all of them? It's an important lesson that all noblewomen should learn eventually." She stands and reaches to take the girl's hand to lead her back inside the house.
"Uh-huh!" she chirps, taking her mother's hand happily. But as they start toward the house, a small boy brandishing a paper sword stops them, swinging his arm around as though to ward them off. One five and a half year old Elliot Nightray does not look pleased with either of them.
"Hey! Where are you two going?" he demands to know.
"Mama is going to teach me about the meaning behind flowers," she informs him, sticking her tongue out at her little brother for emphasis. "And you can't come with us. So there!"
The small boy looks upset for the briefest of moments, but finally stands up tall and puffs out his chest. "Fine! I don't want to learn about flowers anyways! That stuff is for girls!" With that he runs off, paper sword cutting through a row of rose bushes as a maid dashes after him, begging him to behave and come inside for lunch.
"The two of you still aren't getting along lately, are you?" her mother says with another small, strained laugh.
"He's a stupid boy...just like Fred and Claude and Ernest. How come I don't have a sister?" she says, kicking a rock in a very unladylike fashion.
Vernice is quiet a moment, thinking of an answer.
"You don't have a sister because instead you have four brothers who will all do their best to protect you for the rest of your life. So you see? Everything is safe, and there's no reason to fear anything at all."
She awakes a moment later with tears in her eyes, but a rare, pleasant smile gracing her face. Soundlessly, she mouths the word mother.