[Dream 004]
[Privacy: Totally open apart from the object she's holding. Anyone apart from Raven (who's seen it irl) will have a helluva time trying to focus on it. It's just a sort of blur.]
The scope of the dream was small and focused: only a few meters of sand and air were visible. This globe contained the base of a palm tree and the sound of water somewhere very close by. Kitchel was kneeling at the base of the tree, a finely crafted wooden box in her lap. It looked like it might be some kind of jewelry box; it was the right size, at least. It was opened, the glint of its dulled lock shining dimly in the bright sun, and Kitchel was reaching inside it, frowning to herself as she tried to do... something.
"Argh, come on," she complained, starting to grow irritated, her movements becoming more frenetic. "Just open up already! I know you can! Please..." Her voice dropped to a wheedling tone, then she stopped altogether, sitting back in dejection and pouting at the box.
Kitchel sat up, glancing at the bag by her side. "Great, now it's invading my dreams. Maybe it really is cursed."
The scope of the dream was small and focused: only a few meters of sand and air were visible. This globe contained the base of a palm tree and the sound of water somewhere very close by. Kitchel was kneeling at the base of the tree, a finely crafted wooden box in her lap. It looked like it might be some kind of jewelry box; it was the right size, at least. It was opened, the glint of its dulled lock shining dimly in the bright sun, and Kitchel was reaching inside it, frowning to herself as she tried to do... something.
"Argh, come on," she complained, starting to grow irritated, her movements becoming more frenetic. "Just open up already! I know you can! Please..." Her voice dropped to a wheedling tone, then she stopped altogether, sitting back in dejection and pouting at the box.
Kitchel sat up, glancing at the bag by her side. "Great, now it's invading my dreams. Maybe it really is cursed."