Cynn at Night

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Cynn at Night

Post by TheFox » Fri Dec 28, 2018 11:14 am

Cynn awoke to the sound of nothing.

She sat up, half weary, and mostly tired. Her bones ached. Her soul ached too, but only dimly. She straightened her shirt, because she had thrashed about in her sleep and it had twisted the cotton uncomfortably around her shoulders and her neck. After a while of listening to the darkness, and to the murmur of night sounds through the thin walls of the Tenaments, she decided that it had woken her. The shirt was uncomfortable. Cynn discarded it and lay back down, resigned to dealing with the scratchy blankets and smelly pillow, because they were her scratchy blankets, and her smelly pillow.

And her tanning oil, and her dyes, and her smell of old books and leather and body odor, and that was all good because it was hers. After fifteen years, hers.

She rose again to tie her hair back, and lay down, and closed her eyes.

Eventually she bunched the blanket and hugged it, curling around the wad.

She dreamed of an elf with a purple face, and a man with strange golden eyes. She dreamed of a drow with a scar, and she dreamed about Cassius, who had poured magical acid with surprising glee onto a naked woman bound in chains, who screamed things about duty and honor. She dreamed about a storybook hero, with a well-manicured moustache, swooping up from the dark depths of some cavern to put down evil goblin sorcerers, saving her from death in the very nick of time. It was a little bit confusing and mostly out of order, but she dreamed it anyway. She dreamed again of a madman who laughed through it all, who was only sane part of the time, and that made her uncomfortable, but not intolerably so. She dreamed of pits, and of the whorehouse, and of drinking, and drinking, and drinking, and forgetting in the haze of drow spirits. She dreamed of sunlight and quiet evenings, and she dreamed of cows, because she had seen one, but it looked different in her dream.

Eventually she woke up again, found her water bottle, and drank deeply from it.

She went to sleep and did not dream anything afterwards she remembered.
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