It was hard to dictate what was real sometimes. After everything that had happened, all of the darkness, all of the people lost, the whole entire mess....It just made things hard. Dreams that felt so real they were nearly tangible, and woken moments that were so lucid they were hard to believe. It was all mixed up, and while that wasn't entirely uncommon for Willow, ever since the night back at the Academy, and the Cataclysm...things had been hard.
Her slips between the Nether and reality were more frequent. Sleepwalking was nearly a nightly thing now for her, and she would wake in the strangest places. Nowhere that ever meant anything - at least not on the reality side of the spectrum, but she would wake not remembering what she had seen in those areas within the grasp of the Nether. She was less prone to touching people now as well; with the lack of sleeping properly, and the lack of control she was experiencing, it was making her ability to see things about people come when she didn't want it to. Normally she could control those things, but lately? Not so much.
The biggest issue was lack of sleep, or rather lack of rest. Willow was sleeping after all, just her body was not resting as it should have been. Even now, the soles of her feet passed from well maintained flooring to the dirt of the planet floor, and yet the soil beneath her bared feet did not wake her. The chill in the air around her did not wake her despite the simple dressing gown she had worn to bed being the covering to her frame. The sounds of the night did not reach her, but that was because the conscious part of her was not present.
In fact, the conscious part was curiously following an orb of odd colored light. Willow was quite aware this was not normal, she was aware of the warped images and colors around her that indicated she was meandering her way through the Nether. But, the odd color also made her quite convinced she was dreaming, tucked away in her bed and nothing more. As such, it continued to lead, and she continued to follow. The path was not marked, both in her conscious and subconscious state, but the territory of the Covenstead was. As such, as soon as Willow's feet toed that line, she was halted.
'Wisp, stop!' and when the command was obeyed, the familiar voice continued. 'Wake up, you've gone far enough!'
The lids came open over blue eyes with a gasp, and immediately disorientation took over. Willow's breaths were labored, and she doubled over to rest her hands against her knees while she tried to place herself and just what was going on. How had she gotten outside? Never before had her sleepwalking taken her outside. A groan worked it's way up her throat and she closed her eyes tightly while she focused on just trying to catch her breath for the moment. This was getting bad, and maybe, just maybe it was time to let someone know just how much worse things had gotten for her since the events on Geonosis...
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Saer Lorian
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Her slips between the Nether and reality were more frequent. Sleepwalking was nearly a nightly thing now for her, and she would wake in the strangest places. Nowhere that ever meant anything - at least not on the reality side of the spectrum, but she would wake not remembering what she had seen in those areas within the grasp of the Nether. She was less prone to touching people now as well; with the lack of sleeping properly, and the lack of control she was experiencing, it was making her ability to see things about people come when she didn't want it to. Normally she could control those things, but lately? Not so much.
The biggest issue was lack of sleep, or rather lack of rest. Willow was sleeping after all, just her body was not resting as it should have been. Even now, the soles of her feet passed from well maintained flooring to the dirt of the planet floor, and yet the soil beneath her bared feet did not wake her. The chill in the air around her did not wake her despite the simple dressing gown she had worn to bed being the covering to her frame. The sounds of the night did not reach her, but that was because the conscious part of her was not present.
In fact, the conscious part was curiously following an orb of odd colored light. Willow was quite aware this was not normal, she was aware of the warped images and colors around her that indicated she was meandering her way through the Nether. But, the odd color also made her quite convinced she was dreaming, tucked away in her bed and nothing more. As such, it continued to lead, and she continued to follow. The path was not marked, both in her conscious and subconscious state, but the territory of the Covenstead was. As such, as soon as Willow's feet toed that line, she was halted.
'Wisp, stop!' and when the command was obeyed, the familiar voice continued. 'Wake up, you've gone far enough!'
The lids came open over blue eyes with a gasp, and immediately disorientation took over. Willow's breaths were labored, and she doubled over to rest her hands against her knees while she tried to place herself and just what was going on. How had she gotten outside? Never before had her sleepwalking taken her outside. A groan worked it's way up her throat and she closed her eyes tightly while she focused on just trying to catch her breath for the moment. This was getting bad, and maybe, just maybe it was time to let someone know just how much worse things had gotten for her since the events on Geonosis...
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Saer Lorian
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