❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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"LENORA. WE'LL GET IN TROUBLE." The little blue-eyed girl was tugging on the other's arm. They were sitting cross-legged, opposing each other. Sar couldn't have been older than ten, and Lune only 15. Her eyes scanned around the Rainbow Room. It was the one time of the day when they were unsupervised together.
The older girl grabbed a soft hold of Sar's bony shoulders. "I won't let you get in trouble, got that, little bird?" Her eyes were a beautiful black that glinted in the harsh lights overhead. The walls were white, the floors were white, the tables and chairs and door were white. Sar had come to hate the colour. She relished the spots of red and green of the toys on the floor around them. As if Sar had the will to play with toys anymore.
"We shouldn't be doing this..." Sar's voice was unsure. Her eyes darted around her. Lune knelt down beside her, her hand lovingly on the little girl's face. She had a peacefully beautiful face: a straight nose, doe eyes, and skin that Sar was undeniably jealous of. Her mothering touch lingered on the young girl's skin. "If Papa finds out—"
"Brenner," Lune corrected. "He is not your father, sweet thing. You have a father. Remember that." The number '005' was lit against the overhead lights, beside Sar's own. The ink looked much better on Lenora's dark skin than Sar's ghastly pale one. Sar reached out to touch her's.
"Then why doesn't my father come looking for me, Lune?" she asked. "Why is he not trying to find me?"
"Oh, sweetheart, he is." She pulled Sar onto her lap, thin arms coming to rest around her. They were as frail as bird bones, much skinnier than Sar's. It probably had something to do with how Lune was always giving Sar her rations. "I bet he's never stopped looking for you. He's probably out there right now trying to find you."Sar reached back up to run a hand through Lune's short curly hair. They'd allowed her to grow it this time. Just a few years ago it had been shaven off, like most other children in the compound.Lune cupped Sar's jaw comfortingly. "I'm going to teach you how to dreamwalk. Our powers aren't so different, you and I. They cross over in the middle."
"But if P— Brenner finds out what I'm doing, I'll have to go into that place too. Like you and Seven and—"
"Well, Brenner's not going to find out." Her hand stroked down Sar's cheek. "I promise you that. I'll take care of you, little bird. No one is going to hurt you. I've never been more sure about anything in my life."Sar's chest heaved up and down in fright, blue eyes shining in the white light. She looped her small arm around Lune's frail wrist and held herself closer to the older girl. Lune cupped the girl's body with her hand."You can wander between worlds. Between consciousness and unconsciousness. Within dreams. It's different from just reading minds, like you do. It's seeing without seeing. In dreams, you can find much more about someone than real life. And when you skip through consciousnesses easily enough, you can feel everything in the world at once." Her hand had moved into Sar's hair, stroking it caringly. "I know you can do it, Sar." Lune's words were full of pride. She had a smile on her face, eyes lowered encouragingly.
