Whether it's unusual for Uri or unusual for Benji, they dream together of Baedal.
Or something like Baedal. The shape of the coast is like the north, and there is fog fuzzying the horizon -- who misses the sharp clean horizons of a normal realm? Benji, sometimes. However, the weather is a little damper and wetter in a way more persistent than the occasional blot of bleak seasonal weather. The coast is more rock than it is sand, grey slabs that are wet nearest the ocean, rock pools in between them, cracks filled with broken stone, dead crab pieces, dried seaweed. The wind is uneasy and restless and slaps the sea against rock so insistent that sharp white spray keeps punctuating the peace at each wave.
A little aways from the water save for when the wind blows finer droplets in her direction, Benji sits comfortably, her clothing practical, hair longer than in reality becoming tangled before she secures it beneath the collar of her jacket. She is at more peace than she has been, as if having forced herself into it. Conway has been missing and Uri, now, too, and she hasn't touched her CiD since that first day things had begun to go wrong again.
But now she has found him, and casually takes over his dreamscape with her own, and waits.
benji and wolfgang; dreamscape; after riots.
Or something like Baedal. The shape of the coast is like the north, and there is fog fuzzying the horizon -- who misses the sharp clean horizons of a normal realm? Benji, sometimes. However, the weather is a little damper and wetter in a way more persistent than the occasional blot of bleak seasonal weather. The coast is more rock than it is sand, grey slabs that are wet nearest the ocean, rock pools in between them, cracks filled with broken stone, dead crab pieces, dried seaweed. The wind is uneasy and restless and slaps the sea against rock so insistent that sharp white spray keeps punctuating the peace at each wave.
A little aways from the water save for when the wind blows finer droplets in her direction, Benji sits comfortably, her clothing practical, hair longer than in reality becoming tangled before she secures it beneath the collar of her jacket. She is at more peace than she has been, as if having forced herself into it. Conway has been missing and Uri, now, too, and she hasn't touched her CiD since that first day things had begun to go wrong again.
But now she has found him, and casually takes over his dreamscape with her own, and waits.