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Post by Maeve on Oct 15, 2022 10:54:24 GMT
Dio went to sleep in the hope that in her dream nice things will happen, stangers to meet.
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 15, 2022 11:52:33 GMT
It is often in such an exhausted dream Dio seems to have less control. But then again the minimal sleep she is allowed often has her so exhausted as she is now.
She has been working all week in the basements draining demons of different needed materials.
Although they do it willing in service to the temple and the houses the screams and wailings up close do get tiring and overwhelming.
Finally in her dreams Dio her subconscious found a place. A calm place. A bit strange but perhaps the lack of Chaos would soothe her mind.
With bare feet she finds herself on a beach. Her toes in the sand she finds herself walking. Her course fabric dress dragging heavy behind her as the hem drags on the ground.
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Post by Maeve on Oct 15, 2022 12:20:28 GMT
" Hello you." She hears a girls voice from behind her.
When she turns she sees a maybe 10 - 12 year old girl standing some meter behind her looking at her curiously with hazel eyes. She is dressed in clothing made from dried plant fibers and wears some shell necklaces, she has several purple braids and holds a hand full of fancy sea shells in her hands.
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 15, 2022 12:25:31 GMT
Dio not having expected anyone in her dream turns around quick.
The white haired young woman looks surprised at the girl. Her eyes a cold.blue color.
Seeing the girl addorned in such things a warm smile forms.
"Well hello, i am sorry , is this your dream? I did not mean to invade. But it is nice and calm here."
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Post by Maeve on Oct 15, 2022 12:47:58 GMT
"You can invade other person dreams. Wow." The girls seems to be exited. "Oh blue eyes. I never seen someone with blue eyes and hairs like clouds."
"You must be a dream spirt?"
She hops some steps across the sand, puts her shells in a small pouch and picks up a feather that the sea had washed on the shores. She ruppes it dry runs toward Dio and hands the feather to her, it is a feather of a White Heron.
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 15, 2022 15:25:11 GMT
Dio looks at the feather. She turns it between her fingers
"It is beautiful, of what animal is it?"
The question seems genuine.
A warm smile and shake of her head
"I am no spirit. I am just a girl like you. Just... not from a place like this. Does this place mean something to you? Is this somewhere?"
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Post by Maeve on Oct 15, 2022 18:45:50 GMT
"This feather is from a White Heron. They look beautiful. We can search for some if you want to see them."
"Are you sure your are not spirit?" The girl picks some more shells from the sand.
"This place, uhh I think it's a dream version of my home."
" How does your place looks like" She ask curiusly. "Are there more people with cloud hairs and sky eyes?"
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 15, 2022 19:06:55 GMT
Dio smiles at the feather then to the girl.
"I would love to see a white heron, i do not think we have those where i am from. Your dream version of your home is beautiful though. very calm and serene. Very quiet. "
Her smile fades a bit, a tad sadder. she then shakes her head.
"I have not really a home, i live in a convent for now. But that is not as beautiful and i never go outside there.
And no i am the only one looking like this. Yes i am certain i am not a spirit. Just a person like you."
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Post by Maeve on Oct 15, 2022 19:21:19 GMT
"What is a convent?"
The girl pick up her pouch.
"For the white white heron ..." She turns away from the sea to the green forrest. ".. we have to go to the lagoon."
She starts walking toward the forrest and waves to follow her.
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 15, 2022 19:29:05 GMT
Dio laughs soft a pleasant laugh.
She starts to follow the girl.
"A convent is often a place attached to a place of worship, the convent in this case is run by nuns. who are women that have dedicated their whole life and being to the worship and devotion to a believe or person or god. I am one of the girls working there for the nuns. I clean, repair, do crafts that the nuns do not have time for. "
Trying to change to subject form the convent she walks a few steps faster till she is next to the girl.
"So may i know your name? makes talking easier."
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Post by Maeve on Oct 16, 2022 8:06:42 GMT
"Most times my elder call me Pania" The girl replies.
"How do they call you?"
She takes her steps into the forrest, which is filled with all kind of plants and trees and ferns in all sizes, flowers are blloming. You here birds all around you, some birds fly by, as well as butterflies and other insects. From time to time you see some lizards crossing your path or taking hasty hide when you pass their trees.
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 16, 2022 8:15:25 GMT
"Pania, lovely does it mean something?"
She smiles running a finger along a tree trunk or some flowers feeling the texture.
"My name is Dionisia, but often i am called Dio, girl or dove. "
When seeing a butterfly Dio stops. She just stares at the fluttering animal. Not daring to touch it as it seems so fragile in its existence.
In a whisper she asks.
"What is this creature?"
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Post by Maeve on Oct 16, 2022 9:05:43 GMT
" Pania was the name of a sea maiden from our stories." The girls explains.
" Dio is a nice name. Dove also."
She stops and let Dio admire the insect. "It is a butterfly. They are born as caterpillar." Pania looks around in the underwood and carfully picks a leave with a caterpillar on it and shows it to Dio. "Sometimes this caterpillar have buring fur. So better not to touch them." She holds the leave so Dio has a good look at the caterpillar.
"When the time comes they make a cocoon and sleep in it. And then one day the cocoon opens and the butterfly comes out." She point to a nearby bush, on the leaves of the bush you can see something whitish looking a bit like wadding.
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 16, 2022 9:47:04 GMT
"Thank you, i do not know who gave me the name if it was Mother Superior... or my parents."
She then studies the caterpillar and the cocoon Pania shows.
She whispers "Beautiful, a metamorphosis to such a radiant creature. Where i am from we have many metamorphosis but only out of survival and more then often not as beautiful as this."
She smiles back at Pania.
"So many places can hold such beauty."
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Post by Maeve on Oct 17, 2022 7:16:06 GMT
Pania continues to lead you through the forest.
After some time she put a finger to her lips and sneak the rest of the way.
The underwood opens to a lagoon and there on the lagoon are a dozen of white bird most of them standing one leg completely still, staring at the water.
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