<font color='#810541'>Quarter: Tessera Day: 43 Karryasa layed stretched out on a small mound of pillows. The material of the bed felt itchy against the pads of her feet. She had been meaning to replace the cushons, but never got around to it. Karryasa had just got comfortable and was to tired to get back up now. After Rodney's healing therapy, she often felt drowsy and yerned for her itchy pillows. Her eyes were beginning to get heavy, and even though she had only wanted to rest for a few minutes, her eyes evenually closed. A soft jingling noise roused Karryasa. "Rodney dear, we just finished the therapy." Karryasa spoke softly. Her son had very short term memory loss, and Karryasa half expected to see him standing over her with his medication. But as she opened her eyes, her right eye saw only darkness. Her left eye became dominant, and there was only one place that her left eye could see. "Fronima...it's been a while."</font>
<font color='#000000'>White, swirling clouds appeared over to the left of the crippled female, bounding around each other, sifting and slithering throught each other, creating a havoc of a mist some five metres in diameter. It slowly faded away though, and as the last few swirls were blasted away by an unfeelable wind, a black Pendragon stood there, rooted to the spot, looking around, bewildered. <p>He looked at Karyasa, his green eyes wide with surprise, his yellow tail flame flashing green for a split second. He wasn't a very old specimen, just a Nioti, yet what was he doing in Fronima? <p>He advanced towards the other, his soft words reaching her through the strange Fronima air that separated them: <p>"Djaasemdt, Kiom. I am sorry to interrupt like this. It just, sort of went out of my control..." <p>He looked at her confusedly, not managing to read any thought that her face might have betrayed. He added an afterthought to his welcoming sentence, as if he didn't know how she understood him: <p>"You see, noble Kiom, my name is Rallyn, and I have the ability to enter into Pendragons' dreams. I just lost control this night, something has kindof pulled me into Fronima. You are dreaming, right?" He was now gazing at the elderly female, a sense of panic in his voice.</font>
<font color='#810541'>Karryasa blinked a few times. Occasionally she was able to enter Fronima without actually falling asleep. This did not seem to be one of those times. With a little embarassment, Karryasa rose. She didn't like to show any kind of flaw in her character. Not that laying down was a flaw, it just seemed awkward to be stretched on her belly infront of a Nioti. "Sometimes I am not so sure..." Karryasa mumbled, more to herself than to Rallyn. "You have a mighty gift there. Wandering accidentally into an old Kiom's dreams could be dangerous though." Karryasa stretched to her full size. It was only in Fronima where she was able to do this. Back in the living world, her body was too worn and battered to ever be able to stand straight. When she entered Fronima, all of her pain was 'checked at the door'. Her only disability was the loss of sight in her one, good eye; however she wasn't able to explain this. Karryasa stared down at Rallyn and smiled. "No need to worry about any trouble from me. There are some that might take offence to having visitors while they sleep. I am sort of used to it."</font>
<font color='#000000'>"Oh... I can't really see what use it 'gift' can have..." he shrank away from the towering form, stretching to a spot much higher than Rallyn. He stumbled a few steps backwards, then stood, looking with awe at the Seer; he had never seen someone with that much inner radiance, invisible aura, that shone out of her body. "It has never really happened before. From early age, I just went into my friends' dreams, and talked to them, living with them their adventures. But most of these were only short-timed and the dreamers never remembered me." He looked around with excitement like little flames dancing in his sea-green eyes, his gaze went over the landscape: strange, unearthly, yet somehow familiar. Life ends and begins in the Fronima... his eyes a little wet, he whispered: "But no one has ever dreamt about Fronima. I am really sorry about invading your dreams... I would hate to cause havoc in your head, though I don't think that's possible in your case." he smiled a little. "I don't know how I managed to actually get here. I don't know you, and I didn't choose to dreamwalk. Like I said, something just pulled me in..."</font>
<font color='#810541'>This sparked Karryasa's interest. Young Rallyn obviously had no idea about how he came to Fronima. A thought occured to Karryasa just then. Perhaps the child just died. It would explain his presence in Fronima. Karryasa met with the dead in Fronima much more than she preffered to. "What exactly were you doing before you entered Fronima? Sleeping yourself, perhaps?" Then again, perhaps it was she who had done it. Karryasa had been able to pull another pendragon into Fronima before. Of course she had not done it subconciously, and that particular pendragon was never able to leave...</font>
<font color='#000000'>He scratched the scales on his head, making them rattle slightly. His eyelids half-closed as he searched his memory. "I think I was trying to fall asleep in the dormitory - the one that students of the Janardan Academy use before they have been assigned their own rooms. I couldn't though, so I just let my mind wonder around the dreams of my co-sleepers. Just taking a peak everywhere, not staying long. Then I came to someone's dream - no..." he shivered at the thought. "It was a nightmare. The Pendragon was dreaming about dying. He had been fighting with some foe or other, and in his sleep, he was dying. Then there was a strange sensation..." he frowned in concentration. "And I suddenly appeared here. I can't remember anything more, really." He sat down on his haunches and cocked his head, looking at Karryassa.</font>
<font color='#810541'>Strange. Karryasa had never heard of this sort of thing happen before. It wasn't a large matter. A young dream walker stepped into a nightmare. But it was the fact that Rallyn had been pulled into Fronima during the nightmare that got her thinking. There was a myth that anyone who died in a dream never woke again. Karryasa had never met anyone who's cause of death was a dream before, but that was the only possibility she could think of. A student at Janarden had been dreaming, and perhaps died in their sleep, and Rallyn, who had entered the dream was pulled into Fronima aswell. Or perhaps the student didn't die, but actually dreamed he died and then dreamed he went on to Fronima. Could Rallyn still be in the student's dream with just a different background? "Perhaps you are still in the student's dream. If he is dreaming he died and went to Fronima anyway... But wait... then why am I here? Unless I am not really here and I am just a part of his dream..." Karryasa sat back on her haunches. She could hear her sister's voice in her head, "You think to much". It was true. Things that should be left alone Karryasa usually pried at. Like space time and the time continuum. If someone was able to change the course of history, and it changed enough so that that person was not able to do so when the time came in the past, would the future be altered or would it correct itself? "That would lead to me never existing in the first place. Maybe we should leave well enough alone, and hope that you are able to get out of here safely. Perhaps if you tried to wake up?" Do I exist? </font>
<font color='#000000'>Oh, you exist my dear. Purred a soft ethereal voice directed at Karryasa's mind. "You exist, and must exist for me." It said again, this time ringing with a more solid feminine tone that could be picked up by both Karryasa and Rallyn. On that note, a slim yet muscular figure seemed to slide out of some invisible rift in the middle of nowhere with an aura that was dark and murky. Her fur was a medium blue, her tail and hair a bright starking red in contrast. Her wings were positioned against her sides, tainted purple and streamlined. It was, distinctly, a Seneca. She wore a thin, somewhat amused smile on her face as she glanced at Rallyn, then focused her attention on Karryasa. "This is your nightmare. You must exist. For I look forward to meeting you here someday in the afterlife. We'll have an eternal battle, you and I... 'lest some soul sucking beast interferes. But you wouldn't let that happen, would you Karryasa?"</font>
<font color='#000000'>"You're right, just don't think about it anymore. I can get back when I want." he replied, determined, but made no move to prove that. He told himself it was because he was here, in the Fronima, for the first time and wanted to have a look around. Yet a nagging thought in the back of his mind kept whispering the truth, the true reason. This situation is all but normal. Rallyn's conscience scolded him, it's whispers threatening and slightly mocking. This has never happened before. To you at least. What if you really can't get back out? Remember what you look like now, in the real world: a Pendragon lying on his bed, his eyes closed, apparently sleeping. But you are not sleeping, not resting. And you will stay in that state, unmoving, as long as you don't come back. Fronima is dangerous. What if you can't get back? Rallyn pushed the thought to the back of his head and looked back towards Karryasa. He freezed, standing still, almost forgetting to breathe, when he saw the blue creature that appeared between him and the Kiom. His look slid over the murky aura that pulsed around the Pendragon, to her eyes and as she glanced at him, he felt a blast of coldness run through his body. Fronima is a dangerous place... his conscience spat out and he was left alone, his mind raging, then calming down and up in a turmoil again. What was happening?</font>
<font color='#810541'>OOC: You all see how she changed the end of my sig? I think she is giving me special attention! Tsk-tsk... BIC: The "ethereal" voice that broke in made Karryasa's skin crawl. "Yeah thats what I plan to do for eternity. You simply must have read my mind." Karryasa muttered under her breath. "Don't count on it Iversia. You will be waiting decades before I join you. Even if my time is near, I have a few stops to be made first." A devilish grin curled at the edge of Karryasa's lips. A fine mist, like an artificial fog, started to creep about Karryasa's paws. It swirled between her legs but never rose above her chest. The mist had a purple hint to it, from Karryasa's fur colouration no doubt. Of course that doesn't mean we couldn't go a round or two before I wake... </font>
<font color='#000080'>OOC: Uh... I think I'm not really going to change something here anymore, or change the story or anything, so I'll just poof! and wake up, m'kay? IC: Rallyn was starting to feel a little unbalanced. His legs swayed under him and he toppled over to one side, resting in a rather strange position on the ground, entranced by the swirly milkyness. The clouds pillowed up between him and the two other, older Pendragons. Rallyn tilted his head back, closing his eyes. This had happened to him once before, when he had stayed in a fellow's dream for a really long time. A trickle of dribble ran down his chin, dissapearing among his black scales. A sort of radiant green glow enveloped his body, then there was a swirl... and the Nioti was gone. ~~~~ Rallyn woke up on his the floor next to his dormitory bed, slightly feverish. He took a drink from a tap that poked its metal nose out of the wall and yawned slightly. He woved to himslef not to go dreamwalking anywhere in the near future, for this experience had been scary enough to ward him off. Climbing back into his bed, he pulled the warm covers over his head and fell asleep in a few seconds. This time, sweet sleep awaited him instead of some exasperating nightmares.</font>
