Drelasa removes her over-dress, revealing her nightgown beneath, and unmasks. She sits down on the edge of the bed, breathing deeply. With only a little trouble, she finds the tea, and drinks it slowly, taking in the fragrance.
It isn't long before she starts to feel drowsy, and she lies down, singing softly to herself. It isn't a coherent song, or even a steady tune. Rather, they are half-whispered notes that escape on her every breath, a relaxation of her inhibitions and a reassurance to herself that she is in a place where it's safe for her to self-soothe.
The sightless dark is different from the rippling inkwell of the dreaming, and it isn't long before the former sinks into the latter.
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Date: 2024-08-28 01:56 pm (UTC)It isn't long before she starts to feel drowsy, and she lies down, singing softly to herself. It isn't a coherent song, or even a steady tune. Rather, they are half-whispered notes that escape on her every breath, a relaxation of her inhibitions and a reassurance to herself that she is in a place where it's safe for her to self-soothe.
The sightless dark is different from the rippling inkwell of the dreaming, and it isn't long before the former sinks into the latter.