Characters involved are: Reoite (RED), Dominia (ORANGE), Brin (GREEN), Kelvena (BLUE),
Logged by Brin
Whyever an Element involved with Water would find herself willingly in a desert scenerio is beyond even her. Kelvena makes her way slowly through the paths, her steps straight despite the white bandage around her head, covering her eyes, and without much visible discomfort for the strangeness of the situation. Was she alone here, and meant to be until she woke up? Kelvena has heard tales of this dream, and has even been here once or twice before, but thought, somehow, that she would remain rather distant from the land. Hmm. Was there a reason she had been brought here?
It seems to be a dream of Elements today, scattered throughout this muddled land.... For one of Earth sits upon this hill, at something best guessed at the top. But who is she to determine the top? Perhaps it is higher, or lower, or both. For reality is as flexable here as, well.. A dream. But Dominia is not, so to say, -content- to be in this dream, this peculiar little mess of colors that she has been through before. Remember last time, a role in a play? Hmph. For a child, Khiea certianly had either a very bitter sense of humor or a very sadistic edge. And while this bit of a dream is pleasant, there are those memories to spoil it all. Annoyance, faint but shrill, dances across Dominia's eyes, and yet... Upon this bitter, distorted dream, emotion seems to be as clear as liquid in the wind, as dark and choking air. Almost stunned by this palpable concept, all of this turns to quiet surprise. And Dominia keeps watching the desert, uneased.
As if on some sort of invisible breeze, gently wafting up this...hill?...Brin floats gently backwards, his robes flopping to the ground, flapping in the invisible breeze, and curling at the end in ways....somewhat unnatural for cloth of that appearance. It seems...not the most apparent of unusual features of this silent apparition, for it appears that his hair is doing it also, flapping, curling, and always wafting toward the spot where the Elements would meet. It is not a step, but a swim, that Brin takes, as he turns, and the wide grin on his face is apparent to all. He slows to a halt, and his robes and hair die down to calmness, as the eerie grin remains, and he regards the two.
Even without her eyes availible, much like the more normal way of life, Kelvena seems to sense the presence of others. "Dominia?" Making her way up the hill, Kelvena seems rather distracted between sitting, standing, or turning around to direct those masked eyes at the environment. "I didn't expect to see you here. Perhaps this is why...?" She lets the question trail off, finally kneeling in place next to the Element of Earth, and smoothing down her ruffled skirt with the same habitual motions as those she performs while awake. "If this is Khiea's dream... does this mean she is nearby?"
"Kelvena? So you got stuck here too, huh...?" Even in a dream, even here, Dominia has no sense of politeness or grace of speech to note. But perhaps, of all moments and times, this is not the most critical thing to worry of. "If.. You're here, and you're dreaming, and..." Dominia cuts herself, off, her point either made or herself quite fully confused, "Yes, I think this is Khiea's dream. But... I'm not sure. Does her dream have a.. Range? Because I could have sworn I heard that she was on the surface somewhere..." Ah, so many approximations. So shoot her. It wasn't Dominia's job nor nature to take notes and remember facts. Mildly, she glances down the hill, if just to note another person.. But what does it matter? Another person here.. Could easily be illusion as much as another person. And either way, its not someone she knows.
Brin stares, with one eyebrow raised at the exchange, his slight interest apparent, since these people were...here before? He clears his throat gently, which at the best of times is hard to do while you're grinning from ear to ear. "Ahem...Excuse me..." one arm drifts slowly, the sleeve flapping in slow motion as he assumes a mock questioning stance, bending slightly, both arms held to the side, he drift into the position with an unnatural slowness. "I was wondering if you could..." he begins. From his sleeve, a small kitten mews, then half-falls, half-scrambles behind a nearby dune, its head poking out mischievously. Brin follows its movement with his head, it moves slowly, and looks as if it might creak in its almost stiff movement. He may have been less puzzled or intrigued at this if he had a kitten. Not a word. He swims upright, and his grin disappears. His mouth purses up, and his left hand extands a long finger to touch his now-pckered mouth, a look of mock, almost comical puzzlement on his face, betrayed as genuine only by his large grey eyes, whose eyebrows are now raising alternately every few seconds, still in slow motion.
"I do not think you are a figment of my dream," Kelvena phrases with slow logic, noting that Dominia's behavior, and this setting, were not quite behaving, in accordance to the lucid dreaming Kelvena herself was prone towards. With the sound of a kitten's cry, the Water Element's head turns away from that of Earth, and towards the new person. "Hello... I don't believe I know you." Pause, and can she see behind that cloth wrapping over her eyes? There is a man floating here, so how could any vision be stranger. Almost unconciously, and certainly only because this is a dream, Kelvena leans slightly towards Dominia, the response of one mildly uncertain without even knowing it herself. "Dominia, do you know this man? And his... kitten?"
"Well, I -never- dream like this, so it has to be...." Just a frustrated wonder. Prove that you exist, Dominia, with all your heart. And yet, such -determination- rises in her tone that she chokes it back just as quickly.. For such emotion seems to clutter the sky like a taint, oppressive and suffocating. No. At least -try-, Dominia, to be calm. For every bit of annoyance and irritation somehow seems.. Threatening in this dream, "But I don't remember her dream being quite as.. Uneasy as this, if you understand my drift." Not as if Kelvena was ever as emotional as Dominia. But now she turns her gaze back to the stranger, watching him chase that kitten, before mentioning idly, "Its like watching a picture show, in a way..." Amusing enough scene to be enough, really. But that is puting reality in comparison to.. This. "Never seen him before in my life."
The kitten suddenly bounds to the top of the dune of sand that was its former hising place, and looking contented, and slightly bemused, it sits up on its haunches, and waves its front paws frantically. The grin returns, as Brin slowly straightens up, his eyebrows drop, and his eyes smile again. It may to the observer seem unlikely that he can, but he claps twice briskly, in slow motion. The kitten, which was standing on a dune twenty feet or so to Brin's right, mews with delight, as it slowly and luxuroisly stretches itself, until its front paws rest on Brin's shoulder. With a gentle expenditure of breath in a low purr, its hind legs follow in an almost fluid motion, making it a normal kitten again, sitting contentedly on Brin's shoulder. It sits up, regarding the Elements like so many strangely-shaped rocks, or planks of wood. As it bends, and whispers into Brin's ear, he flourishes his hand slowly to his mouth, to stifle a low giggle.
"Is he an entertainer?" My, the robes certainly entertain. And so does the cat. This would almost be disturbing, if the Element of Water did not spend quite so much time suppressing such reactions within herself. "He reminds me of a... street performer I saw once when I was younger." Kelvena's hands rise from their peaceful napping on her lap, and describe vague circles in the air. "Do you believe he is a stray dreamer from a Nisan region?" Directing her attention, and her voice, towards Brin now in politeness, she calls, "Hello there, sir. May I ask... have you seen a young girl around here?"
"Maybe..." Watch all of this with some amusement, some unease, Dominia, for in the end, it is nothing more than.. Peculiar. And while Dominia has an imagination, surrealism was never really something that she followed very well. "... You know, very distantly, I think they're talking about us." Paranoia, too! No wonder Dominia is more uneased than not. For all she acts, you'd think the dream would leap up and swallow her at any twitching moment. "He might be a dreamer... Or.. Could he be a figment of her imagination?"
Brin tweaks at this question, his head turning almost completely sideways. The Kitten purrs, and looks like it is hissing in Brin's ear, and then looks up again with disdain. Brin stifles. "Reoite says she's seen you." he crouches and points slowly, his robes swishing outward, and rearranging themselves around him. His giggle reaches a crescendo, as he continues. "She says you look funny!" he half-yelps, as the last part gets spoken into his sleeves. His mirthful eyes peer over his sleeve, as he falls backward, and sits right down on the ground in front of them. He peers up at the Elements another time, then hides his head behind a drooping sleeve.
Reoite says "And you do, too.".
A trick she can do while awake, she can do while asleep. Or, at least, she /thinks/ she can do, so why draw the line between all manner of confusions that could trip her up before the carefully controlled whim finishes expressing itself. "Thank you." Kelvena drops her hands back into her lap and suppresses the wish to snap her fingers, and conjure a short drenching of water. Truly, such childish urge was far out of line... but what /was/ it about this Dream which seemed to destroy all normal restrictions that a person placed upon their own behaviors? Regardless of if it was all a figment or reality, or even if any of them would remember this in the morning, Kelvena did not have an excuse for backsliding behavior. "If you and I both see him, Domi," and ignore the idea that Dominia might also be an illusion, "then he must be here. Do you believe that he is a creation of Khiea as well?"
And what was it about this dream that seemed so unstable at the same time? Cute and peaceful outwardly, but ever so.. Uneasily. What did it take to tilt the balence of this scale? At least Dominia is not curious enough to find out. So just find some calm, even if it is mild, and raise an eyebrow in sheer -wonder- at Brin, "If he is not a creation of hers, he is a very confsued dreamer. Although...." A pause, and a recollection, to a dream long gone, some pastel wonder she had hoped to forget, "...I've seen people get very wierd here. He could think he's just.. Having a very strange dream. And do you converse and take -your- dreams seriously?" Strange, for Dominia to hypothesize. But perhaps this world draws out curiousity in people, too. A willingness to wonder. "I wonder if I used to dream like this." And where did -that- come from? Quite an odd non-sequitor, especially from Dominia's words.
Brin flops his head back and forth, his form appearing to bend and twist with the momentum, and change of direction, almost as a liquid would, seeping back and forth in his crouched position. He emits a light and bemused exclamation. "Wheeeeeeeeee...". He suddenly stops as Reoite begins to nibble on his ear in protest, and looks Dominia full in the face. "I like it here. Do you?" His head and upper body sways back and forth in an arc in front of him, carrying his directly-forward gaze to and fro between the faces of Dominia and Kelvena. "As good as any other, but better..." His swaying ends, and he stares into the sky behind their heads, ansentmindedly. "Prithee..." he murmurs, as with a mew of protest, Reoite leaps from his shoulder between the two sitting elements as he rolls bacwards one revolution, ending up back on his haunches again. He shakes his head, sniffles. And barks "Remember. Wherever you go, there you are..." He looks directly up, and mantras this again, several times, rocking slightly back and fo
rth as he recites contentedly.
Reoite picks herself up, hisses at the two elements above her, and leaps back onto Brin's shoulder, regarding them disdainfully as she chews on his earlobe.
"Of deserts?" It could be that the blindfold across Kelvena's eyes serves to mask others from seeing her, rather than the other way around. At least, past a shift of the cloth, it is hard to tell if she has raised an eyebrow to that idea. Or to Brin. And the cat. "I take my dreams seriously, but because I feel they are an expression of issues unresolved or ideas forgotten during the course of the day." A nicely /precise/ answer, and fitting to the young woman... even if her moods, too, shift under their controls just enough in this world to unsettle her. "What purpose does this dream serve?" she wonders aloud, wandering down a line of thought that is both predictable and uncommon, for her. "If Khiea is not asleep all the time, does she yet still need it? Does she continue to have a lack of company that requires her to drag dreamers in? And... for this?" She gestures, with a twitch of her hand rolling over in her lap, to the pair of the cat and the man.
"Of strange things like this..." Well, perhaps all children dream like this? Disorienting and strange. Odd, perhaps, to wonder such, when Dominia so often tries not to remember much of her youngest childhood. Memories long and gone, after all, and why.. Try to dream of ash? A pause, little a frown, and the Element adds, "I take my dreams to be just emotion and thought at random. Does it matter what it technically is? I can't see why one would sit and converse with a dream. Or, well, a normal one." How opposite, the two. Mirror to mirror, the calm and blindfolded, the frantic and free. "Heck if I know why she keeps it around. Maybe it cheers her up?"
Brin appears to listen to the discussion for a vague few seconds, then shakes his head, as rapidly as a floating Etone suspended in invisible liquid might. He amuses himself by making noises with this interesting technique for a while, becoming ever more mirthful as he goes. "Wubblewubblewubblewubblewubblewubble!", he exclaims, until Reoite scratches him sufficiently to draw his attention, and make him stop. As Reoite whispers gently into his ear again, he wafts to a standing position, and smirks, never losing the grin. "Reoite says you're boring." he intones calmly, staring from face to face below him. "So, there we are. Wherever we go!". Suddenly, he leaps several feet in the air. Since gravity seems to have less of an effect on this particular apparition, he can be quite clearly seen curling his feet behind his head, as he yelps again "...And there...we....go!". He spins rapidly around,apparently under his own volition, until he is only a blue circular blur in the air. The circle draws in in itself, and he is gone.