a bit of a dream

One, two, it's a dance over the rocks, over the ruins. Three, four, Selene is hungry to explore, hungry to discover their secrets. Five, six, the rubble keeps moving higher, piles, strangely shaped. Seven, eight, it's all so strange, like nothing she's ever seen before. It's the grace that keeps her up here, that makes sure she stays on her feet. Nearly catlike in the ways she scales the piles, in the places that she explores. It's easier to stay on top that way. It's easier for her to process that way. So much information coming in, and yet she tries to keep it like dance steps in her mind. It's that eight count over and over again, trying to keep her head together. Selene will be able to do it in time. Practice made perfect.


There are so many smells out today. It's damp, wetness hanging in the air, making it a little thick and a little hard to breathe. Mossy, grassy things hang in the air. Selene will not slip, will not falter. It's still reasonably early, and not all the morning fog has dissipated. Soft and strong, the starlit dances from ruin to ruin. She will not be in ruins. Stone steppe, what a strange place.