5th Cylus 718
She wasn't entirely used to this, but she knew what she had to do. What was strange, Faith thought, was the being lucid whilst being asleep. To be dreaming and know it was a most unusual experience, yet it was one she had grown used to over the time since she became a walker in dreams. It had led to exploring which in turn led to discovering lots of things. The former slave had very much enjoyed being able to walk in dreams, although her own deeply private nature meant that she was cautious of entering the dreams of others. Something so personal, so individual - it had to be respected and considered. It was only fair and right that she was respectful - in dreams the truth was laid bare, after all, for everyone to see.
Besides, tonight she had a particular job to do and she made sure that she did not get distracted or lose focus. Someone she cared about needed her help and Faith, of course, was more than willing to give it. Tristan Venora, Duke of Oakleight and her former owner. Was he her friend and she his? No, not entirely - their relationship was deeper than that and yet, they were also something which was hard to define. Faith didn't doubt that it was nonsensical to many, Padraig especially, but it was nonetheless a truth.
And so, Faith sat on a bench. She was wearing a black coat and no make up, her hair was pulled back from her face and piled high on her head. Her hands were clasped in her lap and she smiled to herself as she sat there. So many of the people who went past her were people she knew, she recognised. The woman who brought him chocolate cake, the owner of the Rynmere Theatre, his beloved brother and the man down the road a few doors down from his house, in Andaris. He lived in Oakleigh now, she supposed and she wondered whether he was lonely.
Had he been lonely after he had set her free?
Faith sighed slightly and wondered at her own internal processes. She knew, without a doubt, that she had to say yes when he asked her if she wanted to be free. Her reasoning had been for many of the right reasons, but she knew herself well enough to admit that she had said yes mostly because she had been so in love. Had her love, the love she shared with Padraig made Tristan lonely? She could have made no other choice, but she did not want to harm him.
This man who sat next to her on the bench.
"Hello Tristan," Faith looked at him and her silver eyes shone in pleasure at seeing him. She, of course, knew that they were both dreaming but he did not. As her gaze landed on him, her smile was genuine. "How have you been?"
Besides, tonight she had a particular job to do and she made sure that she did not get distracted or lose focus. Someone she cared about needed her help and Faith, of course, was more than willing to give it. Tristan Venora, Duke of Oakleight and her former owner. Was he her friend and she his? No, not entirely - their relationship was deeper than that and yet, they were also something which was hard to define. Faith didn't doubt that it was nonsensical to many, Padraig especially, but it was nonetheless a truth.
And so, Faith sat on a bench. She was wearing a black coat and no make up, her hair was pulled back from her face and piled high on her head. Her hands were clasped in her lap and she smiled to herself as she sat there. So many of the people who went past her were people she knew, she recognised. The woman who brought him chocolate cake, the owner of the Rynmere Theatre, his beloved brother and the man down the road a few doors down from his house, in Andaris. He lived in Oakleigh now, she supposed and she wondered whether he was lonely.
Had he been lonely after he had set her free?
Faith sighed slightly and wondered at her own internal processes. She knew, without a doubt, that she had to say yes when he asked her if she wanted to be free. Her reasoning had been for many of the right reasons, but she knew herself well enough to admit that she had said yes mostly because she had been so in love. Had her love, the love she shared with Padraig made Tristan lonely? She could have made no other choice, but she did not want to harm him.
This man who sat next to her on the bench.
"Hello Tristan," Faith looked at him and her silver eyes shone in pleasure at seeing him. She, of course, knew that they were both dreaming but he did not. As her gaze landed on him, her smile was genuine. "How have you been?"