l y r a SHE IS MADE OF MOONBEAMS AND STARDUST Her heart raced beneath her chest, beating at a speed she had not felt in months. Her breathing became staggered and unsteady, and a line of shivers raced up her spine. Her eyes raced back and forth in her head as she struggled to obtain solid images. There was teeth…and blood…there was a name.. Someone said a name. What was the name? There was a flash of darkness and Lyra was back in her own reality. Her body temperature had dropped and an unwanted shiver raced up her spine. She had been having the same nightmare for the past few weeks; however, each time she wakes up, important fragments are gone. Disappeared from her memory. And no matter how hard she tried, she could never recall those missing images. To her dismay, flashes of her nightmare would constantly haunt her waking mind; forcing her to remember those dreadful memories that she had locked away so long ago. A few nights before, Lyra had hoped to put a end to her past memories and hoped by isolating herself from other’s, she could begin to find peace. Though in all her efforts to dispose and forget about her night terrors, nothing seemed to work. A dejected sigh releasing from her vocal chords, Lyra had finally decided to pick herself up from her secluded little spot in the meadow, a place she had found herself in after a late night of traveling back towards her own court. She needed to head back. Find a distraction, something to keep her mind off the stresses that haunted her mind. The quiet female picked her slender body up from the ground beneath her and shook out the loose debris from her midnight blue coat. Her eyes blinking, she quickly adjusted to the light that surrounded her and set off on her journey. Maybe she’d meet someone new? As she walked, her thoughts began to drift, and the female began to become lost in her own reverie of her mind. Barely paying attention to what happened to be around her... @Zaius <3 "Speaking" |
