a woman in the shape of a monster; a monster in the shape of a woman --

[cestrumnocturnum]

Who: Benji Ryans and Ayse Bitlisi
What: A misplaced dream has a dreamwalker following it back to its source.
Where: Dreamscape
When: Coardi, the 30th of Ceidary.
Warnings: Death and babies.

The second time she attempted sleep, her faculties had been regained. She had never been so out of touch of her own abilities since Baedal, fraying at the edges just like everything else; her own sense of purpose, for one, but a loss of control of dreaming felt a little, for a moment, like she'd lost what made her her. A brief cup of tea downstairs, quiet so as not to wake the other sleeping bodies in the house, and back to the trenches, even if it took a little while to get back to sleep.

In her own mind, Benji turns the dream over, feeling its texture. The layers of history peeled back over the bones of the ship and the ice and salt of an ocean that is otherwise impassive to the steady march of time. The bloodied child, its old soul; she tries not to focus so much on that, but does note blood beneath the nails of thinner fingers.

A thread. A tug. She is wary of it, at first, before she tells herself what she always does in moments like this: if she cannot be brave doing what she does, what can she be brave about?

That, and she's curious.

The dream is brought with her, almost like a cloak, worn and dragging behind as she goes in search if the mind that tug draws her to.