good morning little girl, are waking or sleeping still?
Wendy was flying, and that was the only fact that really needs knowing.
It was the feeling of flying that struck her first, how familiar it was, and how it rose up in her chest, arms and feet out and all that she could do was smile. Laughter naturally followed, but the lightness that she felt, the sheer joy of it, was bursting from her in an almost miraculous sort of thing.
Below her, under the patchwork of fluffy bouncy clouds lay a landscape that she knew. A fantastical place, with lagoons and mermaids and indians and pirates and all sorts of adventures that she could only dream of. Which was fitting as this was really just a dream, but that didn't make the flying any less wonderful. It was a welcome fact, to be free from the rules and the rigidness that she was quickly growing accustomed to. The air smelled of spring and summer and all of the wonder that came about only in daydreams.
A word came to her mind, as if she should turn and tell it to her companions, for even though she couldn't see them directly ahead of her or below her, she was certain they were there, but she couldn't say anything at all. The ability to properly articulate had deserted her, and as unbecoming as it was, she laughed, let out a whooping cry and for once in a terribly long time, enjoyed herself.
The fact was this and it was simple, Neverland was something that she could never really forget, and with a laugh, she swooped downwards towards the ground and into a puff of cloud.
A bird cried, a loud crowing in the distance and with a grasp, Wendy sat bolt upright, awaking from what had been of course a most wonderful of dreams.
There were leaves in her hair, and spread about her, coming she was certain from the jungle all about her. Her eyes widened, mouth falling open slightly as she realised that this was not her bedroom outside of the nursey in number 14 at all. No, it was something quite markedly different -- it was the start of an adventure.
[ooc: find her just off the path (she's visible from it) in the trees. tag now, tag later, take as long as you'd like. there is no rush].
It was the feeling of flying that struck her first, how familiar it was, and how it rose up in her chest, arms and feet out and all that she could do was smile. Laughter naturally followed, but the lightness that she felt, the sheer joy of it, was bursting from her in an almost miraculous sort of thing.
Below her, under the patchwork of fluffy bouncy clouds lay a landscape that she knew. A fantastical place, with lagoons and mermaids and indians and pirates and all sorts of adventures that she could only dream of. Which was fitting as this was really just a dream, but that didn't make the flying any less wonderful. It was a welcome fact, to be free from the rules and the rigidness that she was quickly growing accustomed to. The air smelled of spring and summer and all of the wonder that came about only in daydreams.
A word came to her mind, as if she should turn and tell it to her companions, for even though she couldn't see them directly ahead of her or below her, she was certain they were there, but she couldn't say anything at all. The ability to properly articulate had deserted her, and as unbecoming as it was, she laughed, let out a whooping cry and for once in a terribly long time, enjoyed herself.
The fact was this and it was simple, Neverland was something that she could never really forget, and with a laugh, she swooped downwards towards the ground and into a puff of cloud.
A bird cried, a loud crowing in the distance and with a grasp, Wendy sat bolt upright, awaking from what had been of course a most wonderful of dreams.
There were leaves in her hair, and spread about her, coming she was certain from the jungle all about her. Her eyes widened, mouth falling open slightly as she realised that this was not her bedroom outside of the nursey in number 14 at all. No, it was something quite markedly different -- it was the start of an adventure.
[ooc: find her just off the path (she's visible from it) in the trees. tag now, tag later, take as long as you'd like. there is no rush].