If I Just Dreamed

Sympathy- (3 of 13)

 The day slowly dimmed into the Twilight, Niah had taken her chance during solitude to breathe the air of the woods, her eyes had begun to drift close. With the soft serenade of leaves attached to their branches, still caught in the wind. There was an owl somewhere in the distance, squirrels crawling through the trees, and butterflies wisping away so they're not caught in the cold that night brings. The sounds, the atmosphere, lacked what she thought was previously haunting and tenacious, but instead it was placid, peaceful.

Link was out longer than what she expected, a haze had set on the grass, and as the stars dilated the sky.

Niah had found a brush tucked in the corner of the room elsewhere. It was a miracle that she had found it, the handle had many regal and intricate figures that represented some different animals, none of which she couldn't clearly recognize. It was worn, and definitely well-used. Even as she traced her fingers against the handle, the imagery didn't come as quickly as her mind was still glazed over with intrusive thoughts.

"A unicorn if you must know." Midna's voice had broken the silence, "Apparently they're creatures that protect the woods, they say. I say it hasn't done them much good."

Niah set the brush down and rolled her eyes, "I know what they are." she gave a simple reply.

Midna emerged from the shadow, her figure was a tatter between worlds as her limbs modestly tangled together with a supple sense of vulgar, "Well, excuse me." her voice was matted with the coarse undertone of arrogance and borderline condescending. "See if I ever tell you anything again." Midna mumbled the last bit in earshot but Niah paid no attention. Her mind wandered as she glanced towards the brush again. Then, her eyes shifted towards the shelves. Like most things that seemed to follow her -- book's, and a great many of them. None of which she could read or understand -- but they were still there disorganized and scattered, and it made nostalgia flood through her mind like a divine essence.

Memories are cruel in retrospect -- but sincere in it's empathy.

In a sudden jolt, the door slammed open. Link's hair was tassel and tangled. His breathing was shallow, and it looked like sweat dripped from his forehead. And finally; something dropped on the floor with a heave, Niah was surprised that the sudden drop didn't split the wood. But the mysterious item was wrapped in a cloth bag, it gave a small outline of boots, it helped her remember.

"Thanks for the help Midna, appreciate it." The sarcastic comment reeked through the air making Niah raise an eyebrow.

With anything though, it appeared that Link was more attached to reality then she would expect, his expertise in what could be considered magic was minimum, and in these types of situations he relied on it quite a bit, she could tell by his staggered features, and his abysmal presentation. It made Niah chuckle. He shuffled the bag over to a far corner, and hopefully by their departure -- they wouldn't forget it, they were definitely needed in the mines if she remembered correctly. Link brushed a strand of hair from his eyes and flopped on his bed and slung an arm over his face.

"I better go before he decides to complain, good luck." Midna muttered to Niah as she disappeared into her shadow; the perfect hiding place.

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Link didn't move for a while, and as night properly set the inside was blessed with the darkness of night, and since the stars were able to properly shine through the windows -- it helped to illuminate the space, even though it was cold and a little dreary, Niah found found a match, chamberstick, and an unused candle to light her way through the darkness and shelves. She contemplated using her phone's flashlight, perhaps it would light her way more efficiently, but she supposed if either were to find her using they would bring up questions and concerns that Niah had no mental energy to answer any of them.