Dreams
11-03-2013, 01:31 PM
| Cairo Adravendi |
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he was more or less a light. energy and something lacking a name--and yet it was here that he could appear as he so needed and see those of which he had so deeply cared about. Cairo simply adored the life he had gathered and the afterlife wasn't so bad. He, and a few rare others, had been granted the ability to see those they loved in the dreams of the living. the catch, however, was simple. they could only appear to those that they had met or those that had heard of them. Which was fine-most of the time. The next considerably acceptable part of it was...they couldn't tell them about Somnium. To divulge the tales and the secrets would be a true act of sin and there was no doubt they would be rallied against and stripped of the right they had. the right to leave mere hope in the minds of many. It was like an alarm when someone he cared about fell into sleep--more importantly wandered into Somnium without realizing they had. Erani came today and he smiled. He had gotten to see Chrysanthe--and though he knew she might not belive his words were true...he had gained perspective and if they found the belief in spirits that was what Cairo was and he wanted them to know he was alive in a few senses of the word. Even if not entirely. Regardless of his newly found and supposedly called 'religion' Cairo came forward seeking her out. And when he did manafest it was a sight that was beautiful. The convergence from light to a physical form took place with ease and had been something he had been able to take to well. No longer was he a decaying old man--but the brightness from his youth had returned and oh how beautiful he was. He watched her from afar and was patiently waiting for the best time to present himself. As he watched the scenery build around whatever place it was that she was envisioning and creating he watched her move until she stopped. Then he listened as her words crafted a crescendo and echoed through the air and fell on his ears. It was then that he would drift towards her, that he would offer a kind smile, and that he would-out of her vision- whisper, "i wouldn't suppose you mean me?" |