Plot locked to Fujin and Raiden - Dreams and visions
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kaylinneyaMortal memory was fallible. Kaylin knew this well, and often had to remind the immortals in her life of this. "Pretend I'm mortal, with the usual fallible human memory." was not an uncommon phrase in her life, especially when dealing with Dragons. Barrani tended not to expect anyone to do what they could, their arrogance wouldn't allow it. Dragons had their own arrogance but it was a different flavor.
But this meant that Kaylin's mind hadn't ticked over when she met Fujin the first time. Something had poked at her vaguely hearing Raiden describe him... but...
Mortal dreams were odd and rarely pleasant. But this one pulled on memory that she might have been eaten for forgetting. Had it been Fujin she saw then? In the dream it was, save one detail. The eyes. But eyes could change.
She was again on that tall ladder with the platform, leaning out over the rather large alter that happened to also be a mirror. Of sorts. The Arkon was beside her, but in the dream she could almost forget his presence. That was far harder in reality.
Looking down, she saw a man, though he wasn't human she couldn't at the time put her finger on what he was. At a glance he might almost be Barrani, but the bones were too heavy, but he was too slender to be a dragon. His hair was white, and she had only ever seen The Consort have hair other than black among the Barrani, but he was almost too perfect to be anything else. Her mind whirred between Barrani and dragon, and in the dream it resolved into Fujin.
He spoke. Twice, his voice sounded, nearly lost to the roaring behind it. He turned back, seeming to be looking directly at her.
"I will not make it," he said in a voice that rasped, possibly from screaming, it was deep. In her dream, it was Fujin's voice as it might be roughened. "Enkerrikas has gone ahead, leading what remains of our number. I am here, and I will face the Devourer. I will be lost in the void." His eyes flashed like new copper catching sunlight. "But I will hold him as I can," he said, clearly scared. "Send word. Our enemy is not dead, as we hoped, and the ways are now in peril."
He lifted both of his hands, palm up. It was clearly a gesture of some sort. There had been more but she woke then, the familiar knocking things down. She startled awake. She sat up, the dream spinning in her head. She swore darkly and pushed to her feet. She had to find Fujin. If this was the future, she needed to warn him. Then get her **** head examined. If this was his past, she wanted to know how the ****s he survived.
She pulled on her boots on, staked her hair and rushed out of the room. The familiar curled on her shoulders, going with her.
But this meant that Kaylin's mind hadn't ticked over when she met Fujin the first time. Something had poked at her vaguely hearing Raiden describe him... but...
Mortal dreams were odd and rarely pleasant. But this one pulled on memory that she might have been eaten for forgetting. Had it been Fujin she saw then? In the dream it was, save one detail. The eyes. But eyes could change.
She was again on that tall ladder with the platform, leaning out over the rather large alter that happened to also be a mirror. Of sorts. The Arkon was beside her, but in the dream she could almost forget his presence. That was far harder in reality.
Looking down, she saw a man, though he wasn't human she couldn't at the time put her finger on what he was. At a glance he might almost be Barrani, but the bones were too heavy, but he was too slender to be a dragon. His hair was white, and she had only ever seen The Consort have hair other than black among the Barrani, but he was almost too perfect to be anything else. Her mind whirred between Barrani and dragon, and in the dream it resolved into Fujin.
He spoke. Twice, his voice sounded, nearly lost to the roaring behind it. He turned back, seeming to be looking directly at her.
"I will not make it," he said in a voice that rasped, possibly from screaming, it was deep. In her dream, it was Fujin's voice as it might be roughened. "Enkerrikas has gone ahead, leading what remains of our number. I am here, and I will face the Devourer. I will be lost in the void." His eyes flashed like new copper catching sunlight. "But I will hold him as I can," he said, clearly scared. "Send word. Our enemy is not dead, as we hoped, and the ways are now in peril."
He lifted both of his hands, palm up. It was clearly a gesture of some sort. There had been more but she woke then, the familiar knocking things down. She startled awake. She sat up, the dream spinning in her head. She swore darkly and pushed to her feet. She had to find Fujin. If this was the future, she needed to warn him. Then get her **** head examined. If this was his past, she wanted to know how the ****s he survived.
She pulled on her boots on, staked her hair and rushed out of the room. The familiar curled on her shoulders, going with her.