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from when i wake the want is (closed)
Who: Yasha, Molly and Beau
What: The girl is back in town
When: Start of September
Where: Xhorhouse, in the middle of our street
Warnings: None yet, will update if necessary
(Yasha wakes up in her bed, as if she had never left it. And in her mind, by all accounts, she hasn't. She's just woken up after a strange dream, one that is barely clinging to the edges of her memory. If she shuts her eyes she can see it: a dark shape on the horizon. Her, standing on the edge of what felt like a cliff, staring into the distance.
A rumble, not of thunder. The earth, shifting underneath of her feet. Yasha frowns, and pushes herself up slowly in bed, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. When she recreates the darkness like that on the backs of her eyelids, she can see the shape again, sharp and mysterious. Growing ever closer to her.
And then she woke up. And now she is here.
She wants to talk to somebody about it.
Jester is pretty good at dream interpretation. Or at least, it seems like she may have read a book about that before. Molly might know something too, though he's more into the cards than he is into dreams. Yasha gets dressed a little haphazardly, still thinking about all of it as she pulls on a singlet and pants, gathers her hair into a haphazard ponytail at the nape of her neck.
It's pretty silent in the house, and that's odd, but in the moment she doesn't register it straight away. She meanders into the kitchen, and starts to pick around for any food, looking for something to eat. That's where the first person into the kitchen after her will discover her: eating an apple, and staring sleepily out of the window at the waves, her elbow up on the bench as she chews, and thinks.)
What: The girl is back in town
When: Start of September
Where: Xhorhouse, in the middle of our street
Warnings: None yet, will update if necessary
(Yasha wakes up in her bed, as if she had never left it. And in her mind, by all accounts, she hasn't. She's just woken up after a strange dream, one that is barely clinging to the edges of her memory. If she shuts her eyes she can see it: a dark shape on the horizon. Her, standing on the edge of what felt like a cliff, staring into the distance.
A rumble, not of thunder. The earth, shifting underneath of her feet. Yasha frowns, and pushes herself up slowly in bed, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. When she recreates the darkness like that on the backs of her eyelids, she can see the shape again, sharp and mysterious. Growing ever closer to her.
And then she woke up. And now she is here.
She wants to talk to somebody about it.
Jester is pretty good at dream interpretation. Or at least, it seems like she may have read a book about that before. Molly might know something too, though he's more into the cards than he is into dreams. Yasha gets dressed a little haphazardly, still thinking about all of it as she pulls on a singlet and pants, gathers her hair into a haphazard ponytail at the nape of her neck.
It's pretty silent in the house, and that's odd, but in the moment she doesn't register it straight away. She meanders into the kitchen, and starts to pick around for any food, looking for something to eat. That's where the first person into the kitchen after her will discover her: eating an apple, and staring sleepily out of the window at the waves, her elbow up on the bench as she chews, and thinks.)