Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2015 17:30:46 GMT -6
Though she was not underneath the blanket anymore, she felt softness and warmth gently flatten her coat, yet she could not see the cause. The unmistakable scent of Canterlot crept into her nose, all dirty ice on stone and pine needles drifting on the breeze, yet she saw neither with them. Her smile still remained as she breathed. The air of the dream smelled different, but for some reason, she could not think about what it smelled like. She looked up from the grass and towards Silhouette, but the Bat Pony's features were blurred. At first, Synth thought that tears were in her eyes. She wiped her face with a foreleg that felt awkward and a little heavy, but when she looked again, Silhouette was just a deep, dim blue smudge with little murky puddles of ruby red where her eyes were. "They've got a cherry pie that'll kill ya." Synth's ears pivoted to hear the words that made it to her as if from a distance of echoes in a tunnel.
"This one ... doctor ... she moved ..." A voice she didn't recognize echoed into the world as loudly as if it was shouted directly into her ear. It was ending. Though she stood still, somehow, she felt her hind leg twitch and tangle up in a sheet. And then, she started to step back in the dream and turn around, very slowly, and yet she also felt herself walking towards the door. It was almost over, but what if she forgot everything? She didn't have the time or presence of mind to consider if forgetting would truly be a curse or a blessing. She just had to say something to Silhouette! She felt her hoof touch the door yet somehow still had the blur of a pony in her senses.
"Jasmine. Canterlot ... I will ... make my best jasmine tea for you. Jasmine ..." She felt a pang of embarrassment at only being able to say that to show the warm feeling in her chest that was making even her eyes smile. She looked to the red blurs of Silhouette's eyes at the same time she felt the door open, and her eyes blinked. She woke wide-eyed with a gasp, the cool of a damp cloth soaking cold through to her forehead. Above, a spill of flourescent light poured into her reddened, watery eyes. She heard hooves rushing over tile, voices muddled together in urgent tones. When they got close enough that surely they could hear her, she said something with a dry throat's croak.
"... P-Pie ..." Her head ached and the smell of baked cherries came to mind, but ... why? As hooves touched her side and water was brought to her lips, she forgot the question, and wouldn't remember it until much later.
"This one ... doctor ... she moved ..." A voice she didn't recognize echoed into the world as loudly as if it was shouted directly into her ear. It was ending. Though she stood still, somehow, she felt her hind leg twitch and tangle up in a sheet. And then, she started to step back in the dream and turn around, very slowly, and yet she also felt herself walking towards the door. It was almost over, but what if she forgot everything? She didn't have the time or presence of mind to consider if forgetting would truly be a curse or a blessing. She just had to say something to Silhouette! She felt her hoof touch the door yet somehow still had the blur of a pony in her senses.
"Jasmine. Canterlot ... I will ... make my best jasmine tea for you. Jasmine ..." She felt a pang of embarrassment at only being able to say that to show the warm feeling in her chest that was making even her eyes smile. She looked to the red blurs of Silhouette's eyes at the same time she felt the door open, and her eyes blinked. She woke wide-eyed with a gasp, the cool of a damp cloth soaking cold through to her forehead. Above, a spill of flourescent light poured into her reddened, watery eyes. She heard hooves rushing over tile, voices muddled together in urgent tones. When they got close enough that surely they could hear her, she said something with a dry throat's croak.
"... P-Pie ..." Her head ached and the smell of baked cherries came to mind, but ... why? As hooves touched her side and water was brought to her lips, she forgot the question, and wouldn't remember it until much later.