Still too early for blossom, the apple trees were still unmistakeable. Caprica strolled beneath their low branches, on grass that was beginning to lose winter's pallor already. Perhaps it was just that the sun had chosen today to shine as strongly as she'd seen it all winter: although low in the sky, its gentle warmth was still pleasant. After the intensity of her recent few weeks in Anathema and at the chaotic winter festival, it was good to spend a few snatched moments in this peaceful place. Her heart and mind felt almost perfectly at rest, especially so since she'd visited her father. Whatever he did or said, Ehno always somehow managed to be a reassuring presence. It was almost uncanny.
But for all she welcomed the respite of the Dreams land, Caprica doubted she could ever find a home here. The more time passed, the more she seemed to become kin to the Anathema shadows. Even now, if she took an objective look at herself amongst the picturesque snow-frosted trees under the gentle-golden sunlight, she was a strange figure, one seemingly totally unsuited to the quaint and idyllic scenery. The glittering crystals around her neck and on her fingers and wrists, the dark-lined and sequinned blue cloak, a purple scarf, and a thick leather tool belt worn over her newest handmade garment: a black skirt made of strips of velvet from Halifax, connected with leather loops, a dangling, shifting, raggedy and gothic looking creation, falling in parts to almost her ankles, the whole of which jingled a little where she'd added chains and buckles. All she needed was a pair six-inch-platform shoes. Except that she was really tall enough as it was.
She didn't care how out of place she appeared, though. It was enough merely to walk, to soak in the serenity of her surroundings. Until something up ahead broke into her mind's meandering: a structure of some kind, resembling a very short, squarish, squat house. Caprica turned her paws in its direction, slowing a little as she did, sensing a more frequent Dreamer's presence in this area.
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