Day 5[?]
Dreams are a strange land, something new, unexplored territory. You can do anything, be anything. You can break all the laws.
And yet, you can't.
Often, my mind holds me back. I can't escape reality, not really, even in my dreams.
I don't know why.
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The snow is beautiful. White. Clear. Clean. Pure.
But cold, so cold.
How can something so pure and clean be so cold?
I stand for a moment, head to the sky, watching it. It gathers along my spine in the meantime.
I have to shake it off quick, quick because I'll be very cold if I don't.
Too bad. I almost wanted to keep it.
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I look for others, like I always do. I find some, but they run away. Is it because I'm a fawn? Did I do something wrong?
I don't know this either.
I feel a little sad...
But then I see Kaoori and Organization 13, and I'm warm again.
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I'm not there for long when Kaoori and Vexen start arguing. I don't...don't like it. They sound so mean, angry.
So I decide to distract Vexen.
I cast the spell, and it works.
He is angry at me now.
The chase begins.
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Odd beat, staccato beat of running hooves, mixed with panting and bellowing from behind me. I'm not scared. He's just playing. He wouldn't hurt me.
I play his game for awhile, running, until he stops suddenly.
I can't let that happen. I'm not ready to stop yet.
With another spell, the chase resumes.
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I let him catch me to see what he'll do. From the ground come spears of ice. They are beautiful. They shine, they twist, they reflect. I'm entranced by their sudden appearance.
So lovely...but I dodge them just in case.
They're probably cold too.
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He says he wants my heart, but I know I can't really give it to him. When he walks past, I follow him, bounding through the earthly white clouds of ice. My hooves make marks in the whiteness, little indentions. He's much calmer, walking steadily.
Saix joins us, along with Tooa for just a bit.
It's quiet without voices, silent in the world of white.
I love it, because my thoughts can soar while I walk.
I can't even track where they go-- somewhere between the Gods, snow, and dreams...
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We stop by dandelions. They're fascinating, these little yellow things. How can they survive the cold, fragile as they are?
I dig a few out just in case.
I don't want them to die and leave behind only their petals.
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Vexen stands over me. The snow ceases while he stands over me.
He's like an umbrella. A protective, warm umbrella.
I feel a little warmer.
He sits right beside me now.
Maybe he doesn't hate me.
I like him either way.