Dream 003
Warnings: None really
Effects: [Optional] Fear and Sadness
Look at me, she urged the maiden. See me for what I am. See me!
She kept urging the children and the maidens that gazed at her in her cage. She wanted to be touched by them, to feel a maiden's cool touch but they couldn't see her for what she truly was.
A fake horn, an illusion. Why did none of the maidens see the double horn? Why didn't any of the children exclaim at the oddness? Why could they not see her? It was innate in them. They were supposed to see.
See me. See me for what I am and call my name. If you know my name say it!
"And over here-" but they were shuffled along to see the illusion of the basilisk. She hung her head as she watched the children and maidens simply leave her, unseeing her true horn.
She looked over to the harpy and cold eyes stared back at her. Her immortal sister, her other side of the cloth...
How low she had come that only a harpy, an aged witch, and a trickless magician saw her for who and what she was? She closed her eyes and pulled away from the bars of the cage, aware that another group of maidens and children would not see the illusion placed on her.
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[Her eyes slowly open and she gazes up at the weak moon in worry.]
Effects: [Optional] Fear and Sadness
Look at me, she urged the maiden. See me for what I am. See me!
She kept urging the children and the maidens that gazed at her in her cage. She wanted to be touched by them, to feel a maiden's cool touch but they couldn't see her for what she truly was.
A fake horn, an illusion. Why did none of the maidens see the double horn? Why didn't any of the children exclaim at the oddness? Why could they not see her? It was innate in them. They were supposed to see.
See me. See me for what I am and call my name. If you know my name say it!
"And over here-" but they were shuffled along to see the illusion of the basilisk. She hung her head as she watched the children and maidens simply leave her, unseeing her true horn.
She looked over to the harpy and cold eyes stared back at her. Her immortal sister, her other side of the cloth...
How low she had come that only a harpy, an aged witch, and a trickless magician saw her for who and what she was? She closed her eyes and pulled away from the bars of the cage, aware that another group of maidens and children would not see the illusion placed on her.
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[Her eyes slowly open and she gazes up at the weak moon in worry.]