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Jun. 17th, 2018 10:53 amThe air feels heavy as Blue opens her eyes. Slow, heavy, weighed-down like this mugginess that the air hasn't cut through, the sort of summer heat that lulls you to sleep and coerces you to come out only at night. She'd been dreaming of flying, or maybe not flying, just seeing a million places far away. Reaching, up up up with limbs that seek sunlight and intertwining, part of something big, breathing out-in with life, spanning --
A shrill chirrup that is not a cat's cry breaks the silence and Blue starts awake.
Next to her head, a tiny green bird barely taller than her thumb inspects her critically from the top of the lamp, chirrups again and flies off into --
the canopy?
She sits up, putting her hands behind her on the bed. Where a decorative garland of fabric leaves usually hangs across the corner of the room, there's a tree branch: Persephone sits there calmly as though she is quite accustomed to trees showing up in her room. That branch leads to a bigger branch, which traces the length of the room; vines trail in from the window and leaves cover the ceiling and much of the floor. Brilliant tropical flowers have burst into bloom.
She'd seen a weird vine trying to work its way in at the kitchen window the other day, and an even stranger beetle -- pretty enough that she'd captured it in a mason jar and taken it outside -- too, since then, but --
She sits there in awe for a moment. If she'd been told in this moment that she'd been granted Ronan's ability to dream something into reality, she might have believed it, though Blue thinks practically, and nonsensically, that she'd have certainly dreamed herself proper field clothes instead of a t-shirt and pajama shorts. What if she gets bitten by something?
Then she takes a picture with her phone, which is still sitting perfectly safely on the night stand, because of course she does, and sends it: tell me you see all this too, before getting up to pad across slightly condensation-heavy wood flooring and see if Kat's woken up to this in her bedroom.
A shrill chirrup that is not a cat's cry breaks the silence and Blue starts awake.
Next to her head, a tiny green bird barely taller than her thumb inspects her critically from the top of the lamp, chirrups again and flies off into --
the canopy?
She sits up, putting her hands behind her on the bed. Where a decorative garland of fabric leaves usually hangs across the corner of the room, there's a tree branch: Persephone sits there calmly as though she is quite accustomed to trees showing up in her room. That branch leads to a bigger branch, which traces the length of the room; vines trail in from the window and leaves cover the ceiling and much of the floor. Brilliant tropical flowers have burst into bloom.
She'd seen a weird vine trying to work its way in at the kitchen window the other day, and an even stranger beetle -- pretty enough that she'd captured it in a mason jar and taken it outside -- too, since then, but --
She sits there in awe for a moment. If she'd been told in this moment that she'd been granted Ronan's ability to dream something into reality, she might have believed it, though Blue thinks practically, and nonsensically, that she'd have certainly dreamed herself proper field clothes instead of a t-shirt and pajama shorts. What if she gets bitten by something?
Then she takes a picture with her phone, which is still sitting perfectly safely on the night stand, because of course she does, and sends it: tell me you see all this too, before getting up to pad across slightly condensation-heavy wood flooring and see if Kat's woken up to this in her bedroom.