Far from here, Lilly dreams on
Sep. 6th, 2005 07:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
awesome_lillyLilly’s running still, Roland’s laughter growing fainter in her ears, and then suddenly the path is starting to look familiar.
a path of stones, set in sandy soil...
She slows, glancing around. She knows this place.
a sunken garden set in the hollow of rolling dunes. On either side, cattails wave in a breeze that carries a hint of salt.
It’s her garden in the Dreaming, but... there’s someone in it she doesn’t know. A girl with short blonde hair whose back is to her. And then the girl turns, and Lilly realizes suddenly that she does know her. She knows her very well indeed.
The girl grins.
“Let me see if I get this right... ‘What up, sai?’”
Lilly grins back.
“You got it, Lilly-sai.” The other-Lilly is older, but the smile is the same as the one Lilly can feel on her own face.
“I have something for you,” other-Lilly says. She walks over to Lilly, and hands her... a garishly pink pen.
“Holy shit, my secret message pen? Um, it’s awesome to see it again but how is this helping with the wolf and the crazy?”
Other-Lilly laughs.
“Read the message and find out, duh.”
Lilly sticks her tongue out at herself and does just that, twisting open the secret compartment in the cap to find a slip of paper addressed to her. She unfolds and reads it... and starts to smile. Maybe the message will get lost in translation outside the Dreaming, but here and now she understands it perfectly. She understands something else, too.
It’s going to be okay.
She can’t hear the voices any more... and she can’t hear Roland’s laughter any more either, but that at least she knows she’ll be happy to remember. Well. Happy and a little sad, maybe.
The other-Lilly is watching her.
“Everything shiny now?”
“Totally shiny,” Lilly says, smiling.
“Awesome,” other-Lilly replies. “Well, then. I know you’re probably anxious to get back, but they serve some seriously excellent margaritas in this place and I’ve been dying to talk to you. Got a minute?”
Lilly beams. “Abso-fucking-lutely. If you can’t take time for yourself, who can you take time for?”
Two identical bursts of laughter echo through the Garden as two rather large margaritas appear by the small pond. They have to be large. There’s a lot to talk about.
a path of stones, set in sandy soil...
She slows, glancing around. She knows this place.
a sunken garden set in the hollow of rolling dunes. On either side, cattails wave in a breeze that carries a hint of salt.
It’s her garden in the Dreaming, but... there’s someone in it she doesn’t know. A girl with short blonde hair whose back is to her. And then the girl turns, and Lilly realizes suddenly that she does know her. She knows her very well indeed.
The girl grins.
“Let me see if I get this right... ‘What up, sai?’”
Lilly grins back.
“You got it, Lilly-sai.” The other-Lilly is older, but the smile is the same as the one Lilly can feel on her own face.
“I have something for you,” other-Lilly says. She walks over to Lilly, and hands her... a garishly pink pen.
“Holy shit, my secret message pen? Um, it’s awesome to see it again but how is this helping with the wolf and the crazy?”
Other-Lilly laughs.
“Read the message and find out, duh.”
Lilly sticks her tongue out at herself and does just that, twisting open the secret compartment in the cap to find a slip of paper addressed to her. She unfolds and reads it... and starts to smile. Maybe the message will get lost in translation outside the Dreaming, but here and now she understands it perfectly. She understands something else, too.
It’s going to be okay.
She can’t hear the voices any more... and she can’t hear Roland’s laughter any more either, but that at least she knows she’ll be happy to remember. Well. Happy and a little sad, maybe.
The other-Lilly is watching her.
“Everything shiny now?”
“Totally shiny,” Lilly says, smiling.
“Awesome,” other-Lilly replies. “Well, then. I know you’re probably anxious to get back, but they serve some seriously excellent margaritas in this place and I’ve been dying to talk to you. Got a minute?”
Lilly beams. “Abso-fucking-lutely. If you can’t take time for yourself, who can you take time for?”
Two identical bursts of laughter echo through the Garden as two rather large margaritas appear by the small pond. They have to be large. There’s a lot to talk about.
