I13DT - I Dream Of Gardens In The Desert Sand

by **Miranda Weaver** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 2:29 pm

There were black birds in the astral trees and, though her physical body was tossing and turning, Miranda's mind was wandering in her sleep. Her avatar wore the red hood and black one-shouldered dress that reached to the 'ground'. She paid little mind to the birds, not sure if they were there because she had been dreaming of them or because they were actually there.

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by **Narrator** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:07 pm

The "wandering", for someone with mild telepathic abilities, can be more literal than intended.

As she walked, the buildings around began to change. They started getting older and older as she went on, passing through Victorian-era English houses, saloons and sheriff offices, feudal pagodas, and medieval castles.

by **Miranda Weaver** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:14 pm

Strange. She pulled a bow off her back that hadn't been there before. Hello?

by **Roland Sackville** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:32 pm

"Who goes there!" a loud, demanding voice called.

Roland stood a ways off, in front of a deserty part of the area.

by **Miranda Weaver** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:36 pm

Miranda, the avatar said. Mister Sackville?

by **Roland Sackville** » Tue Apr 29, 2014 10:31 pm

"Sackville?" he blinked for a moment. "Sackville...Sackville. Yes. Yes, I could be called that."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Apr 30, 2014 8:02 am

What should you be called? She continued to approach radiating curiosity.

by **Roland Sackville** » Wed Apr 30, 2014 3:31 pm

"My name is..." he paused, looking around.

"Runihura, I suppose, right now."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Apr 30, 2014 5:31 pm

Runihura then. What are you doing here?

by **Roland Sackville** » Wed Apr 30, 2014 5:47 pm

"I'm...not sure. I was searching for someone...but it's all gone hazy."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Apr 30, 2014 5:56 pm

Perhaps I can help. I'm told I can see things.

by **Roland Sackville** » Wed Apr 30, 2014 6:03 pm

"I...know you, don't I. We've met. I'm sorry, it's so hard to remember sometimes..."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Apr 30, 2014 6:05 pm

We have, though not here and not the way you are now. You bought me pizza. She slung her bow back over her shoulder.

by **Roland Sackville** » Wed Apr 30, 2014 6:16 pm

"Greece?" he hazarded.

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Apr 30, 2014 6:18 pm

Maldon. I've never been to... She trailed off and her avatar tilted its head as she regarded him.

by **Roland Sackville** » Wed Apr 30, 2014 6:37 pm

"...Maldon. Maldon, yes, of course..." he said, half to himself. "The university..."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Apr 30, 2014 9:40 pm

Did you think you'd seen me somewhere else?

by **Roland Sackville** » Wed Apr 30, 2014 9:53 pm

"It's...sometimes hard to keep it straight. You remind me of my sister..."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Apr 30, 2014 10:09 pm

Who was your sister? Do you remember? The avatar tugged her hood down somewhat self-consciously.

by **Roland Sackville** » Wed Apr 30, 2014 10:35 pm

"Yes...Manto.. Her name was Manto."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Thu May 01, 2014 8:06 am

And how am I like her? I'm a little confused. She found a nearby rock and sat on it, folding her hands in her lap.

by **Roland Sackville** » Thu May 01, 2014 3:22 pm

"She could see things, too."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Thu May 01, 2014 5:04 pm

That's cool. And a little weird.

by **Roland Sackville** » Thu May 01, 2014 5:30 pm

"Seems normal enough to me," he shugged. "This is life."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Thu May 01, 2014 5:34 pm

Is it?

by **Roland Sackville** » Thu May 01, 2014 5:46 pm

"You're nothing stranger than things I have seen. Or are they things I will see?"

by **Miranda Weaver** » Thu May 01, 2014 5:48 pm

I really don't know. From my perspective, they are things you have seen. Perhaps from the perspective of this portion of yourself, they are things you will see.

by **Roland Sackville** » Thu May 01, 2014 5:53 pm

"You know, I hate seers and their mumbo-jumbo. Always pretending they know what's best. Always pretending what I will see is fixed. Playing God amongst mortals."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Thu May 01, 2014 5:58 pm

I certainly don't know what's best. And I'm not certain I even know what may be, much less what will be. But aren't all of us playing little parts of God among the mortals with the abilities we have?

by **Roland Sackville** » Thu May 01, 2014 6:09 pm

"Abilities," Runihura scoffed. "I have nothing that I have not earned for myself."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Thu May 01, 2014 6:12 pm

Your eyes? Your hair? Your body? You earned all those for yourself?

by **Roland Sackville** » Thu May 01, 2014 6:17 pm

"My body, yes. I've worked hard for it. Adapted with it. Sculpted it."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Thu May 01, 2014 6:19 pm

But its existence is not earned. This statement sounded weird coming from her.

by **Roland Sackville** » Thu May 01, 2014 6:27 pm

"That may be true for most people, but not I."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Thu May 01, 2014 6:31 pm

Then what did you do to earn your body's existence?

by **Roland Sackville** » Thu May 01, 2014 6:37 pm

"I spit in the face of the Gods themselves."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Thu May 01, 2014 6:42 pm

That certainly takes some stones. And it would explain your general opinion of gods.

by **Roland Sackville** » Thu May 01, 2014 6:45 pm

Roland laughed, for some reason. "Yes, I suppose you could say it took some stones. Figurative, though. Not literal."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Thu May 01, 2014 6:57 pm

Figurative is what I mean. I believe spitting stones would be an entirely new ability.

by **Roland Sackville** » Thu May 01, 2014 7:06 pm

"This is true.

Anyway. I decide what path my life takes. No one else. I decide what skills I have. No one else."

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