Two for Joy
Jan 11, 2022 12:02:23 GMT -6
Post by Linyü on Jan 11, 2022 12:02:23 GMT -6
A dream, was it? That was what the Tat-lung said. It was confusing. It was already hard to know what was real and what wasn’t, the way things were between them -- even harder to know which one of them was dreaming, or if they were both here, somehow, in some liminal space between.
But there was a dreamer, he realized; he’d reached for the idea in his mind, expecting to find nothing, only to be greeted with a memory whose origins he couldn’t quite place. The words, too, came unbidden, and the voice that spoke didn’t entirely feel like his own--- because it wasn’t. One after another, words filled him, spoken in a dozen voices, young and old, male and female alike.
“Curious--”
“-- it was just a joke.”
“I’m bored.”
“Let’s do something fun!”
“You think you’re clever, do you?”
“Oh, it’s so pretty! I have to have it.”
He shook his head, confused.
“A black, sleek shape… Feathers, I think. And bright, flashing, silver eyes.” Eyes that studied whatever they looked at, eyes brimming with laughter.
He had something like a premonition, that he was going to regret having been here. Whatever this thing was, it was a troublemaker, and if it paid him a visit, then trouble was sure to follow in its wake.
On this occasion, however, it seemed like he wasn’t being given much of a choice. When the coin appeared in his hand, he frowned at it, but there was nothing to do but toss it in.
(Theme: Crows. Iridescent black. Scales and feathers. Four toes, with clever hands. Curious and always looking for new things of interest; a sleek, vain, fun-loving nuisance.)
But there was a dreamer, he realized; he’d reached for the idea in his mind, expecting to find nothing, only to be greeted with a memory whose origins he couldn’t quite place. The words, too, came unbidden, and the voice that spoke didn’t entirely feel like his own--- because it wasn’t. One after another, words filled him, spoken in a dozen voices, young and old, male and female alike.
“Curious--”
“-- it was just a joke.”
“I’m bored.”
“Let’s do something fun!”
“You think you’re clever, do you?”
“Oh, it’s so pretty! I have to have it.”
He shook his head, confused.
“A black, sleek shape… Feathers, I think. And bright, flashing, silver eyes.” Eyes that studied whatever they looked at, eyes brimming with laughter.
He had something like a premonition, that he was going to regret having been here. Whatever this thing was, it was a troublemaker, and if it paid him a visit, then trouble was sure to follow in its wake.
On this occasion, however, it seemed like he wasn’t being given much of a choice. When the coin appeared in his hand, he frowned at it, but there was nothing to do but toss it in.
(Theme: Crows. Iridescent black. Scales and feathers. Four toes, with clever hands. Curious and always looking for new things of interest; a sleek, vain, fun-loving nuisance.)
