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petal_storm) wrote2024-07-23 10:26 pm
petal_storm) wrote2024-07-23 10:26 pm
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If I'm not a soldier...
Who: Ixi, other guest appearances, any?
When: Time in sleep!
What: Ixi trying to work through their mental break while...learning to person.
"And this a a slip stitch..." Markux smiled, demonstrating. "You've given me reason to research stitching. I'm not good but the basics I can demonstrate at least? And that embroidery piece you're working on is amazing..."
Ixi glanced down at the hoop in their hands where Elora's last adventure story was growing in colored threads. "Does it even matter?"
"What you practice here bleeds into your body my dear child," Markux admitted. "Muscle memory transfers. You are learning things you WISH to learn, and you won't lose that when you wake."
When they woke.
When.
"So I wanted to learn...this. Fabrics and lines and stitches..." they mused, smoothing fingers over the etched and knotted feather details in their lap.
"It is what you asked us and Tower," Markux nodded. Dream state could be...disjointed as far as time senses went. It was normal to not remember such choices all the time? It was still...heartbreaking sometimes. "I could never manage to create or sketch what you have." That was why they paid designers a great deal of money honestly.
Ixi smiled slightly, "I...have a skill." Before this, well, their only skill was pretending to be a team leader because the other two used them to stay together. That fact had been made abundantly clear when the higher ups had shattered the team and left Ixi alone to run Elora. And the mess that had become.
"You have many," Dahlia admitted, reclining behind Ixi and braiding their hair idly. "Art moves in you my child. And War is harsh on artists. It shatters them into far more pieces than most."
"...so what piece is here?" Ixi asked softly, trying not to cry. They were so tired of crying.
Dahlia chuckled, "more than you think. By being yourself here and working to find who you wish to be, you summon your shards and reintegrate them."
"Ah, is that why I feel like...more time is passing?" Ixi blinked.
"Hmmm," Dahlia smiled, "yes. The more yourself you are the more you notice things around you." Like time.
And Tower. Ixi blinked, who knew how much later and they were standing in the great hall, hand on the door, "Tower, I want to...go. I've seen everything here. I won't go far just...I need to walk today okay? Please?"
Tower in the dreamscape rippled a moment then grudgingly allowed a rather small door. Permission.
They smiled, stepping out and looking at what a dreaming world could be like...
When: Time in sleep!
What: Ixi trying to work through their mental break while...learning to person.
"And this a a slip stitch..." Markux smiled, demonstrating. "You've given me reason to research stitching. I'm not good but the basics I can demonstrate at least? And that embroidery piece you're working on is amazing..."
Ixi glanced down at the hoop in their hands where Elora's last adventure story was growing in colored threads. "Does it even matter?"
"What you practice here bleeds into your body my dear child," Markux admitted. "Muscle memory transfers. You are learning things you WISH to learn, and you won't lose that when you wake."
When they woke.
When.
"So I wanted to learn...this. Fabrics and lines and stitches..." they mused, smoothing fingers over the etched and knotted feather details in their lap.
"It is what you asked us and Tower," Markux nodded. Dream state could be...disjointed as far as time senses went. It was normal to not remember such choices all the time? It was still...heartbreaking sometimes. "I could never manage to create or sketch what you have." That was why they paid designers a great deal of money honestly.
Ixi smiled slightly, "I...have a skill." Before this, well, their only skill was pretending to be a team leader because the other two used them to stay together. That fact had been made abundantly clear when the higher ups had shattered the team and left Ixi alone to run Elora. And the mess that had become.
"You have many," Dahlia admitted, reclining behind Ixi and braiding their hair idly. "Art moves in you my child. And War is harsh on artists. It shatters them into far more pieces than most."
"...so what piece is here?" Ixi asked softly, trying not to cry. They were so tired of crying.
Dahlia chuckled, "more than you think. By being yourself here and working to find who you wish to be, you summon your shards and reintegrate them."
"Ah, is that why I feel like...more time is passing?" Ixi blinked.
"Hmmm," Dahlia smiled, "yes. The more yourself you are the more you notice things around you." Like time.
And Tower. Ixi blinked, who knew how much later and they were standing in the great hall, hand on the door, "Tower, I want to...go. I've seen everything here. I won't go far just...I need to walk today okay? Please?"
Tower in the dreamscape rippled a moment then grudgingly allowed a rather small door. Permission.
They smiled, stepping out and looking at what a dreaming world could be like...