☼ TWENTY 7☼ [audio]

[suncolors]

Oh...

That's odd.

[ a small hmmm and the sound of twigs and whatever else snapping or brushing away under tiny feet ]

Perhaps, a dream.

I wonder if I'll see my mum this time. That would be nice

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voice;

[wholivedagain]

... Your mum?

voice; 1/2

[suncolors]

[ wondering whar that voice comes from >.> ]

voice;

[suncolors]

[ sorry she's ignoring question...or rather, distracted by :o voice from ??? wherever >.> ]

Are you a part of my dream too?

voice; haha, sorry ;.;

[wholivedagain]

[notes that the voice sounds familiar only-younger, much younger]

Er, not exactly. I'd say I'm just as real as you are, and we aren't in a dream.

[realizes how INSTANTLY not very reassuring this is, considering, and adds:]

That doesn't mean your mum isn't here. This is a special place.

there's a wide white roar, drop a bell down the stairs, hear it fall forevermore

[nevertame]

Well young lady with the golden hair and moon's milk on her skin, the woods may be quiet and perhaps some of the creatures there do fear approaching your curious wayward ways, but this lion holds no such reservations. He walks between the trees as if he too has a purpose in this forest that may not have anything to do with hers, but eventually their paths will cross because she is stepping this way and he is pawing that way.

there's a wide white roar, drop a bell down the stairs, hear it fall forevermore

[suncolors]

With a wayward way indeed, though less fettered by the intricacies of remaining obtuse without trying, still bare but tinier feet pad over twigs and leaves and roots, an equally tiny arm curled around a basket, flowerless as of yet, though her intent was to fill it when going out. Treading now through unfamiliar woods, her hold on the basket isn't any tighter, her heart not beating any faster, but her eyes are wide and unlike the great cat, she lacks purpose almost entirely.

That boy said it wasn't a dream, but what then?

He also said she could still, possibly, see her mum though, and that's a little odd, even for Luna. She would have to admit she doesn't understand, but she pauses near the stream, crouching down to run pale fingertips across the moving surface, basket set to one side.

there's a wide white roar, drop a bell down the stairs, hear it fall forevermore

[nevertame]

Her calm manner in his presence doesn't pique his curiosity because he already knows who he is watching. They have met before on some occasions, some more obvious than others. The great lion walks to the water's edge and leans down to drink, ever aware of her, even laying his fiery amber eyes on her, but not saying a word. Instead a low purr rumbles from his throat, after he lifts his chin from the cool surface, drops reflecting light on the tips of his fur. Where the light comes from would be hard to explain, there are many shadows in this wood but none of them can touch him without permission, no light will be excluded unless it is his will. Aslan sits now, his size so much greater than hers even when he is at ease...though this is not the same as saying he is safe at the moment. The lion gives all creatures reason to fear but only to those with their ears shut and their hearts closed. She is not one of those creatures.

there's a wide white roar, drop a bell down the stairs, hear it fall forevermore

[suncolors]

Truth be told, Luna probably couldn't close her ears or heart any more than she could live without breath--even at this age, or maybe particularly, as is often the case, a soul more willing to take root in the otherwise unimaginable. Summer's nearness makes the water seem cool rather than cold, and when the warm being sits not far, she glances up through the darkness. Moonlight plays on her, turning her star-white, but the lion still seems somehow gold, silver edged perhaps. Strange yet fitting.

Old and new.

"Hello," she bows her head a little, not knowing why, white fingers curling in black earth, dirt getting under her fingernails. Well, at least they match her toes now.