09-18-2018, 06:30 PM
The pet's little head twisted this way and that, sniffing at the air like it was deciding whether or not to believe Nimeda. The creature furrowed its eyes to slits and tentatively pawed its way over. Mara watched thoughtfully, but her gaze was far away.
"They hunt much of their own meals, but sometimes..." her voice trailed away like a bubbling brook winding its way through deep forests. Nimeda's train of thought often meandered, and Mara appreciated the whimsy to her friend. She was different, though. While the path through the woods was long and unpredictable, Mara saw to the other side. She knew where the journey ended.
She was happy in this world, she thought. The sky was always lit, the grass always green, except... She laid back and twined her fingers through the blades. As she did, the grass curled and browned beneath her palms until it crunched and flaked away. This world was Mara's to bend and warp with her thoughts. Any manifestation she wanted to make herself happy was at the whim of her imagination.
"Nimeda, do you ever think about the other you?" She asked, perched up on an elbow. Eyes seemed drawn to them, pulled by the question of one whose thoughts shaped this gauzy reality. Eyes hovered just out of sight, only to disappear if she tried to look straight at one. The pets were stirring.
"They hunt much of their own meals, but sometimes..." her voice trailed away like a bubbling brook winding its way through deep forests. Nimeda's train of thought often meandered, and Mara appreciated the whimsy to her friend. She was different, though. While the path through the woods was long and unpredictable, Mara saw to the other side. She knew where the journey ended.
She was happy in this world, she thought. The sky was always lit, the grass always green, except... She laid back and twined her fingers through the blades. As she did, the grass curled and browned beneath her palms until it crunched and flaked away. This world was Mara's to bend and warp with her thoughts. Any manifestation she wanted to make herself happy was at the whim of her imagination.
"Nimeda, do you ever think about the other you?" She asked, perched up on an elbow. Eyes seemed drawn to them, pulled by the question of one whose thoughts shaped this gauzy reality. Eyes hovered just out of sight, only to disappear if she tried to look straight at one. The pets were stirring.