It's not too out there for her to dream, but it's rarely ever so vibrant and it's certainly never someone else's dream without her walking through it herself. No, this one is different, thrust upon her with no warning, and she can only watch helplessly as it unfolds.
It starts out just fine; this she can live with, children happy and playing and obediently obeying their...mother? It's calming, a beautiful slice of human life that an angel can definitely appreciate--
and then it all changes for the worst, and while she's familiar with the natural disasters that are fated to plague the human race, she's not at all prepared to witness something like this first hand. The young boy she's watching can't be helped; she's entirely powerless, helpless to rescue him, and that in itself is enough to have her waking up in tears. The impact of how real it all felt, the fact that someone could have actually gone through such a thing, has her shaking.
There's a lion at the foot of her bed that immediately springs up to her side, mattress creaking as he lays his paws across her legs and allows her to bury herself in his mane. She can't shake it off. The shock of things turning, the pain of the fire, the smell of it eating away at everything-
It reminds her too much of the home Ozuma has pulled her from, the battle, the war, everything.
By the time she's finished her shaking, she can feel the pull, the strange tug forcing her out of her bed despite Era's confusion. It takes her only a few minutes to find her clothing- just the romper layer, as she doesn't feel she has time for much more- and she's out the door to find out who this dream belongs to. She's walked enough of them to know it's no coincidence.
HERE WE GOOOOO
It starts out just fine; this she can live with, children happy and playing and obediently obeying their...mother? It's calming, a beautiful slice of human life that an angel can definitely appreciate--
and then it all changes for the worst, and while she's familiar with the natural disasters that are fated to plague the human race, she's not at all prepared to witness something like this first hand. The young boy she's watching can't be helped; she's entirely powerless, helpless to rescue him, and that in itself is enough to have her waking up in tears. The impact of how real it all felt, the fact that someone could have actually gone through such a thing, has her shaking.
There's a lion at the foot of her bed that immediately springs up to her side, mattress creaking as he lays his paws across her legs and allows her to bury herself in his mane. She can't shake it off. The shock of things turning, the pain of the fire, the smell of it eating away at everything-
It reminds her too much of the home Ozuma has pulled her from, the battle, the war, everything.
By the time she's finished her shaking, she can feel the pull, the strange tug forcing her out of her bed despite Era's confusion. It takes her only a few minutes to find her clothing- just the romper layer, as she doesn't feel she has time for much more- and she's out the door to find out who this dream belongs to. She's walked enough of them to know it's no coincidence.