07-06-2010, 01:26 PM
[html] morning time for liiiibri. 702 wc
Sleep was more uncomfortable than usual that night. The heat made her toss, the dreams made her awaken and only when she gave up and slipped out the front door of the Victorian style home was the girl able to find any relief. The white lady whom had been a near nightly visitor had been trying to break through again, but Nayru’s erratic sleep made it impossible for the dream creature to come. The frustration of seeing the familiar face appear and fade as the six month old slipped in and out of sleep was too much to handle in the house. Under the night sky, completely alone in her own head once more, Nayru felt like she could finally breathe. Breathing was her only goal, and so when she felt a safe distance from the house she collapsed into the grass, relishing in the cool greenery that held none of the day’s heat. For a long while Nayru simply concentrated on her own heartbeat, solid again the earthy soil beneath her. She could feel it in every part of her body, the pure energy pulsing through her. Life, that was the beating she felt. It did not concern her until she felt the second heartbeat.
It was only as flicker of energy that did not belong to her, passing through her body. Only a glimmer but it was enough to make the blood colored eyes open and look up, just in time to see the white lady. The placid smile on her face, the serene look in the dark navy eyes, the image was calming, and the fact that the woman who had brought her here, who lived in her dreams was standing in Dahlia de Mai did not phase her. Nayru had felt her. She was gone then and Nayru’s heart was beating harder than ever. Without even questioning why, Nayru pulled herself up on all four paws and broke into a run. And she ran and ran and ran. Her small nose worked furiously, but any faint scent the white lady had left was washed away by the breeze almost immediately, as if it had never existed in the first place. Without any idea of where to go the splotched child just ran. The four paws took her until Nayru’s small heart felt like it would burst if she did not stop, and so once again that night she allowed herself to collapse in a heap, breathing hard. Breathing at least, and not suffocating underneath the dreams that wouldn’t come.
Hours later when the sun threatened to fill the sky with it’s dazzling light, Nayru once more pulled herself up and looked around. This time no face greeted her. She was alone. Sitting there, thinking about the white lady, Nayru let it happen. She was old enough, she could her body was ready, she had been told enough to do it, or so she thought. Nayru watched as her own fur grew in length, and then her limbs, her spine, her fingertips. Everything shifted, grew, changed, and Nayru watched it all with crimson eyes, amazed rather than concerned by the popping and creaking noises her bones made as they realigned themselves in her new skin. There was no pain, just a constant sapping of energy, her bones leeching her strength. When it was over she was eager, standing up and then promptly toppling over. First steps that her parents, and no one else, would ever see.
By the time she made it back to the house the sun had peaked above the horizon, and Nayru was a little more stable on her two feet. It felt strange not to sneak through a open window or push the door with her head and steal out and in like a dog in it’s master’s home. When she opened the door she used a hand, and for a while she stared at it. It was a small had, she was small, a child still, but it was something. Two feet took her to Conor’s door, she didn’t know if he was awake or not but she knocked, and she smiled at the way she had knuckles to rap at the door. "Conor?"
Sleep was more uncomfortable than usual that night. The heat made her toss, the dreams made her awaken and only when she gave up and slipped out the front door of the Victorian style home was the girl able to find any relief. The white lady whom had been a near nightly visitor had been trying to break through again, but Nayru’s erratic sleep made it impossible for the dream creature to come. The frustration of seeing the familiar face appear and fade as the six month old slipped in and out of sleep was too much to handle in the house. Under the night sky, completely alone in her own head once more, Nayru felt like she could finally breathe. Breathing was her only goal, and so when she felt a safe distance from the house she collapsed into the grass, relishing in the cool greenery that held none of the day’s heat. For a long while Nayru simply concentrated on her own heartbeat, solid again the earthy soil beneath her. She could feel it in every part of her body, the pure energy pulsing through her. Life, that was the beating she felt. It did not concern her until she felt the second heartbeat.
It was only as flicker of energy that did not belong to her, passing through her body. Only a glimmer but it was enough to make the blood colored eyes open and look up, just in time to see the white lady. The placid smile on her face, the serene look in the dark navy eyes, the image was calming, and the fact that the woman who had brought her here, who lived in her dreams was standing in Dahlia de Mai did not phase her. Nayru had felt her. She was gone then and Nayru’s heart was beating harder than ever. Without even questioning why, Nayru pulled herself up on all four paws and broke into a run. And she ran and ran and ran. Her small nose worked furiously, but any faint scent the white lady had left was washed away by the breeze almost immediately, as if it had never existed in the first place. Without any idea of where to go the splotched child just ran. The four paws took her until Nayru’s small heart felt like it would burst if she did not stop, and so once again that night she allowed herself to collapse in a heap, breathing hard. Breathing at least, and not suffocating underneath the dreams that wouldn’t come.
Hours later when the sun threatened to fill the sky with it’s dazzling light, Nayru once more pulled herself up and looked around. This time no face greeted her. She was alone. Sitting there, thinking about the white lady, Nayru let it happen. She was old enough, she could her body was ready, she had been told enough to do it, or so she thought. Nayru watched as her own fur grew in length, and then her limbs, her spine, her fingertips. Everything shifted, grew, changed, and Nayru watched it all with crimson eyes, amazed rather than concerned by the popping and creaking noises her bones made as they realigned themselves in her new skin. There was no pain, just a constant sapping of energy, her bones leeching her strength. When it was over she was eager, standing up and then promptly toppling over. First steps that her parents, and no one else, would ever see.
By the time she made it back to the house the sun had peaked above the horizon, and Nayru was a little more stable on her two feet. It felt strange not to sneak through a open window or push the door with her head and steal out and in like a dog in it’s master’s home. When she opened the door she used a hand, and for a while she stared at it. It was a small had, she was small, a child still, but it was something. Two feet took her to Conor’s door, she didn’t know if he was awake or not but she knocked, and she smiled at the way she had knuckles to rap at the door. "Conor?"