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followsthewispsThe mist easily reminded her of home, but Merida still treated it with caution as it spread, along with the whispers of what lay within. If it hadn't been for the fact that she enjoyed her life quite a bit, all things considered, she would have run right into the thick of it to see her family again.
As it was Merida found herself swallowed by it as it crept about the tree she had been napping under. The sun felt less oppressive in it's heat and the slight chill woke her. Instead of large white gardenias hanging overhead, the sight of ripening apples and shedding branches greeted her. Along with a green gown and familiar face, ready to scold her as she tried to sit up.
"Merida! You can't possibly be sleeping out in the open in your condition! Ye'll catch your deaths if there were no one here to look for you!"
She had expected to see her mum again were she to wander into the mist , but Merida was confused with what more she saw. She tried to shake off her sleepiness, registering the endless mountains and cliffs in the distance beyond her father's castle instead of huts and plains and dunes that gave way to beaches. She could hear the bustle of the kitchen staff, Maudie's voice ringing out over all of it, most likely at her brothers. Smell the decay of autumn leaves, traces of sheep that must have grazed not far from her resting spot, breads and pies baking from the direction of the castle kitchens. It was all too real. Was this the dream the island had for her, or was the island and all its inhabitants the true illusion?
Attempting to rise, Merida noticed another development. One in the vicinity of her swelling belly.
"Really, Merida," Elinor huffed. "I know you value your free time, but you can't carry on like a girl when you're going to be a mother."
She screamed.
As it was Merida found herself swallowed by it as it crept about the tree she had been napping under. The sun felt less oppressive in it's heat and the slight chill woke her. Instead of large white gardenias hanging overhead, the sight of ripening apples and shedding branches greeted her. Along with a green gown and familiar face, ready to scold her as she tried to sit up.
"Merida! You can't possibly be sleeping out in the open in your condition! Ye'll catch your deaths if there were no one here to look for you!"
She had expected to see her mum again were she to wander into the mist , but Merida was confused with what more she saw. She tried to shake off her sleepiness, registering the endless mountains and cliffs in the distance beyond her father's castle instead of huts and plains and dunes that gave way to beaches. She could hear the bustle of the kitchen staff, Maudie's voice ringing out over all of it, most likely at her brothers. Smell the decay of autumn leaves, traces of sheep that must have grazed not far from her resting spot, breads and pies baking from the direction of the castle kitchens. It was all too real. Was this the dream the island had for her, or was the island and all its inhabitants the true illusion?
Attempting to rise, Merida noticed another development. One in the vicinity of her swelling belly.
"Really, Merida," Elinor huffed. "I know you value your free time, but you can't carry on like a girl when you're going to be a mother."
She screamed.
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Date: 2013-11-10 04:07 pm (UTC)She hesitates. There's still a nagging in the back of her head about the things that are off, about what is missing. The other family she had started to feel for. The heat and sand. Months that are surely missing, more than the three she had said Hiccup gone. The unerring love of her freedom, which this is not, no matter how Merida secretly longs for a family and future like this some day when she's ready.
"It isn't real, is it?"
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Date: 2013-11-11 10:28 pm (UTC)"I don't think so."