*Dream 11*
It was a garden she'd never seen before, but it was beautiful. Tall hedges lined the cobblestone walkways, intermingling with colorful flower bushes bursting with vibrant hues, the entire place mottled with the shade of cherry trees that gently rained their pale pink petals upon the ground beneath her feet.
But best of all, amidst the flowers and the greenery... there were bookshelves. Jaina knew that the books should not have been kept outside like this, but it didn't matter as she walked over to one of the beautiful wooden cases, filled to the brim with books she'd never read before. Nor were they histories or ancient magical tomes filled with knowledge - though she did enjoy such things - but rather... they were stories. How long had it been since she'd been able to sit and read a thrilling adventure, or a stirring romance, like she'd always loved doing as a child?
Jaina plucked one from the shelves, leafing through its pages, smiling as she caught its smell, a musty and nostalgic scent. She turned to sit down on one of the white marble benches to read, but stopped - they were all full, all with people she knew.
Some were royalty: an armor-clad paladin, a dignified-looking woman with bright fuchsia hair, her blond and elegantly dressed brother, and a younger girl with hair like her sister's (only a shade lighter) who seemed to glow with life. And some were not: The large, green-skinned Warchief seemed distinctly out of place next to the scruffy-looking knight-turned-bartender, the quiet and distant man with gravity-defying golden hair, and then the two female Embryon - one young with short-cut black hair, and the other older with locks of pale pink.
All were reading. It felt odd to see some of them with books in their hands.
Jaina laughed behind her palm.
*A nice dream. She should really spend more time in the library just for fun, shouldn't she?*
But best of all, amidst the flowers and the greenery... there were bookshelves. Jaina knew that the books should not have been kept outside like this, but it didn't matter as she walked over to one of the beautiful wooden cases, filled to the brim with books she'd never read before. Nor were they histories or ancient magical tomes filled with knowledge - though she did enjoy such things - but rather... they were stories. How long had it been since she'd been able to sit and read a thrilling adventure, or a stirring romance, like she'd always loved doing as a child?
Jaina plucked one from the shelves, leafing through its pages, smiling as she caught its smell, a musty and nostalgic scent. She turned to sit down on one of the white marble benches to read, but stopped - they were all full, all with people she knew.
Some were royalty: an armor-clad paladin, a dignified-looking woman with bright fuchsia hair, her blond and elegantly dressed brother, and a younger girl with hair like her sister's (only a shade lighter) who seemed to glow with life. And some were not: The large, green-skinned Warchief seemed distinctly out of place next to the scruffy-looking knight-turned-bartender, the quiet and distant man with gravity-defying golden hair, and then the two female Embryon - one young with short-cut black hair, and the other older with locks of pale pink.
All were reading. It felt odd to see some of them with books in their hands.
Jaina laughed behind her palm.
*A nice dream. She should really spend more time in the library just for fun, shouldn't she?*