Mirien Valdier
Ice Queen
Mirien had been alone, sleeping blissfully in her bed in the villa. She'd been on a completely separate schedule from the rest of the household of late. It all had to do with a project she was working on for Firemane and the time differences between distant worlds, required her to sleep when the others were awake.
In her dreams, all tangled in the sheets she lay as Siobhan peered out from beneath the covers and came to join her at her side. More than happily, the former Inquisitor snuggled right against the woman and breathed a contented sigh. Something in that sweet moment had been so prefect, so comforting to Mirien's soul. For a woman who had known seldom few nights where she could even remain asleep without being startled awake and grabbing a weapon for fear of something happening to her, nights like this could not have been more welcome.
It was then that everything suddenly changed. Mirien felt a most powerful pull upon her body. And everything went dark as she tried to scream out. There was a sensation of falling, tumbling and still she cried out as she came to a halt against large stones near a river. Except there was a distinct feeling that she did not belong here. Nothing about the place seemed right as she took a moment to get her bearings.
Her gaze fell to the river at the bottom of the ravine. Instantly she felt like her heart had stopped and body grew cold. Ice cold. She'd seen this place once before when she was on the cusp of death. "Oh feth no. I am not dead." Sighing, she pulled her nightgown tighter around her shoulders, "It was such a good dream too...." So much for that plan....
[member="Phylis Alince"] | [member="Valiens Nantaris"] | [member="Naamah Aesham"]
In her dreams, all tangled in the sheets she lay as Siobhan peered out from beneath the covers and came to join her at her side. More than happily, the former Inquisitor snuggled right against the woman and breathed a contented sigh. Something in that sweet moment had been so prefect, so comforting to Mirien's soul. For a woman who had known seldom few nights where she could even remain asleep without being startled awake and grabbing a weapon for fear of something happening to her, nights like this could not have been more welcome.
It was then that everything suddenly changed. Mirien felt a most powerful pull upon her body. And everything went dark as she tried to scream out. There was a sensation of falling, tumbling and still she cried out as she came to a halt against large stones near a river. Except there was a distinct feeling that she did not belong here. Nothing about the place seemed right as she took a moment to get her bearings.
Her gaze fell to the river at the bottom of the ravine. Instantly she felt like her heart had stopped and body grew cold. Ice cold. She'd seen this place once before when she was on the cusp of death. "Oh feth no. I am not dead." Sighing, she pulled her nightgown tighter around her shoulders, "It was such a good dream too...." So much for that plan....
[member="Phylis Alince"] | [member="Valiens Nantaris"] | [member="Naamah Aesham"]