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04 | wildest dreams
Vena woke up early, that morning. She was the first up. Food in the morning wasn't her thing, so she took some things that would be suitable for art and started sketching whatever came to mind. Vena scribbled and ripped papers, she couldn't think of anything to draw. Perhaps... writing would help her? She is bottling up a lot of emotions. Besides, trust is earned and she just met Elora. She wrote down all she was feeling:
'Dear Diary,
I fell into a lake and resurfaced in another world. Cheerful... very, very cheerful. Enought with the sarcasm... Life is such a mess! I just discovered there is another world, and apparently it isn't anywhere near earth. At the moment I don't think there is any way of going back home. Oneiraxtia, that's what I'm feeling. Oneiraxtia is the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality. I can't tell whether or not I'm dreaming. The nature and everything is amazing. But nothing lasts forever and this is going to break me when I return. That's if I return. I can't believe I'm living in a tree with dwarves and a talking badger. How will I explain when I get back? Goodness knows! I tried archery, it went surprisingly well. Elora is... well she's very childish sometimes. In a nice way of course. I mean she looks pretty young, around a year younger than I am. She seems to be a nice person. Trustworthy? Maybe? Mischievous? Definitely. The boy He seemed nice. He had a thick accent that seemed to be Spanish-Italian maybe? He said that he was heir to the Telmarine throne, I think? Yeah. He was handsome, not my type, but handsome. Besides, falling in love is a terrible idea. I'll leave one day, getting attached is just going to break whoever it is and I. I'm scared to be honest. What if I die or something? Can I choose something? Please?'
Vena sighed. She didn't know what to write anymore. She walked out of the small house and sat outside. She stared ahead at the trees and nature, the scent of fresh air filling her nose. She pulled out her sketchbook again, and started drawing what she saw. She used watercolours and different kinds of paint to bring it to life.
"Shit!" She swears when she puts the shaded in an area that is meant to be white.
"Shit?" Elora asked, an eyebrow raised. Vena laughed.
"It's a swear word," Vena replied.
"Are you allowed to be saying it?"
"Well, I'm fifteen so yeah, I am."
"You're a year older than I am."
"Your fourteen?"
"Yes. Anyways, what does the curse word mean?"
"It's the more inappropriate, rude, offensive and insulting version of excrement."
"Ah. Interesting."
"Interesting?" Vena questioned a frown on her face.
"That was meant to be sarcastic but cool," Elora explained with a shrug. Vena nodded, "Whatcha doing?" Elora asked, changing the topic, taking a seat beside Vena.
"Drawing," Vena smiled.
"Oh wow! Can I see?" Elora asked, before adding quickly, "That's if you want to show me of course."
"Sure," Vena shrugged, "Just one second."
Elora nodded and watched as Vena pulled a piece of paper away from the others. The paper had writing on it, Elora guessed that Vena just didn't want Elora to read it and it was private to Vena. Vena closed the book and passed it to Elora. Elora opened the book from the first page and gasped, "This is gorgeous!"
"Thank you," Vena smiled. Elora smiled back and turned to the next page.
"I-Is this a drawing of here?" Elora asked, feeling her heart melt in her chest.
"Yeah," Vena nodded.
"It's so... realistic."
"Yes, well... that's the general idea."
"That's not what I meant, I meant that... it's so... full of life. It's very pretty. I doubt I'd be able to draw as little as a leaf, even if my life depended on it," Elora joked, causing Vena to laugh, soon joined by Elora.
"Thank you!" Vena says after her laughter died out.
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Vena sighed, she felt extremely homesick. She tugged at the sleeves of her dress, pulling them over her palms. Even if Narnia was a nice place to be, she still wanted to go home. Elora was a friend she never had, and didn't know she needed. Even if they had met only two days prior, the two felt a strong bond between them. None of them would ever deny it. She was very upset that she didn't have any painting supplies or books that interested her. She was very bored. Elora helped a bit, but it wasn't enough. It was a bit overwhelming for her, if she was honest. Even if this was the escape she needed terribly, she still wished she was home. She wished it was the past. When her mother cared for her, when her father was home, when she was a reckless kid. She missed it all. The fact that everything changed pained her. But it doesn't do you any good to trap yourself in the past. It makes you fall into the arms of depression. Unexpectedly, depression takes advantage and suffocates you. She didn't want that to happen. She tried her best to stop herself from falling into the pit or arms of darkness. Mostly by surrounding herself with happy thoughts, nature and her own paintings and her own world. In all honesty, never in her wildest dreams would she go back to her wretched house.
