02-21-2011, 02:38 PM
[html] Aww Giddy is cute.
She was a child again in her unconsciousness, naïve, innocent and unfamiliar with the places and people of her adult self. Gideon, her tall, dark Gideon, did not exist in this world. Nor did Conor nor Bris nor Saluce. Nayru was afraid to kill in this place, as if she had never taken another's life before. Comprehending the power, to revoke or grant life, was too much for the gentle hearted girl in her dream world. When surrounding a rabbit with her two sisters they did not jump at it, did not uncover fangs, did not even imagine doing so. Instead they named the terrified thing Frank. And when poor Frank did escape they did not pursue, but fell down upon the warm, sun-soaked ground in a big pile: legs intertwining and heads resting on sides and butts and tails all over the place. And Nayru knew complete happiness then.
Then the white their mother called to them, but she wasn't exactly their mother. The eyes too dark, navy instead of cerulean, and the soft grey specks that trailed up their mother's legs was missing. Nayru did not recognize the white lady for what or who she was, because this was before the white lady, and the other pups scrambled for their mother. The scuffle of their moving bodies began to break up the dream and soon it was not Farore and Din above her but Gideon and Farore. Ruby eyes slid open, just barely, squinting at the two struggling creature that towered over her and letting out a little gasp, for she was sure she was still dreaming. Lips parted as if to speak, but the effort was too much and the bleeding woman slipped into unconsciousness once more.
She was a child again in her unconsciousness, naïve, innocent and unfamiliar with the places and people of her adult self. Gideon, her tall, dark Gideon, did not exist in this world. Nor did Conor nor Bris nor Saluce. Nayru was afraid to kill in this place, as if she had never taken another's life before. Comprehending the power, to revoke or grant life, was too much for the gentle hearted girl in her dream world. When surrounding a rabbit with her two sisters they did not jump at it, did not uncover fangs, did not even imagine doing so. Instead they named the terrified thing Frank. And when poor Frank did escape they did not pursue, but fell down upon the warm, sun-soaked ground in a big pile: legs intertwining and heads resting on sides and butts and tails all over the place. And Nayru knew complete happiness then.
Then the white their mother called to them, but she wasn't exactly their mother. The eyes too dark, navy instead of cerulean, and the soft grey specks that trailed up their mother's legs was missing. Nayru did not recognize the white lady for what or who she was, because this was before the white lady, and the other pups scrambled for their mother. The scuffle of their moving bodies began to break up the dream and soon it was not Farore and Din above her but Gideon and Farore. Ruby eyes slid open, just barely, squinting at the two struggling creature that towered over her and letting out a little gasp, for she was sure she was still dreaming. Lips parted as if to speak, but the effort was too much and the bleeding woman slipped into unconsciousness once more.