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Post by Dawny on Jan 10, 2015 18:57:15 GMT -5
Between the Priests' wing and the Priestesses' wing there is a small courtyard. There are several trees with benches underneath them.
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Post by Dawny on Jan 10, 2015 18:58:19 GMT -5
Castor sat on the ground, leaning against the trunk of a tree. His knees were brought up and he rested a book on them. He was flipped lightly through the pages, skimming the text.
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Post by Luck Jaegar on Jan 10, 2015 19:17:39 GMT -5
Meeud stepped out from the shadow of the dorms, mismatched eyes staring at nothing in particular. His forever silent mouth was turned down in a slight frown, but the otherwise blank expression on his face gave nothing away, least of all a reason for the frown. He seemed rather preoccupied in his mind yet fully aware. As he walked across the grass, he seemed to be heading vaguely in Castor's direction.
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Post by Dawny on Jan 10, 2015 19:23:20 GMT -5
Castor looked up from his book when he heard footsteps across the courtyard. He didn't wave or smile, waiting to see if the other priest was coming towards him or if he just happened to be between Meeud and where he was headed. He kept the book open on his lap and watched the priest walk closer.
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Post by Luck Jaegar on Jan 10, 2015 19:58:19 GMT -5
Meeud paused under the trees, and his red eye shifted to the corner as if he had just noticed Castor there. He looked down at the fellow priest and inclined his head to him politely. Sorry. He had not meant to be totally ignoring the man, seeing as Castor had obviously been watching him.
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Post by Dawny on Jan 10, 2015 20:04:13 GMT -5
Castor shrugged. He didn't see any need to be sorry. Why do you frown? He asked. He closed his book but left his finger between the pages to mark his place. Could I do anything to be of assistance?
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Post by Luck Jaegar on Jan 10, 2015 20:09:06 GMT -5
Meeud shook his head, then looked back in the direction he was facing, but he was biting the corner of his lower lip, obviously thinking something over in his mind. Then he turned back to Castor. Actually, I was curious about something... something I've-, he cut himself off, trying to think of the right words. I've been seeing things in the dreams that I don't understand.
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Post by Dawny on Jan 10, 2015 20:27:19 GMT -5
Castor sat up straighter and set his book down beside him. Can you describe it? Not every priest found importance in dreams. Some dismissed them as simply the mind's wanderings, but other, Castor among them, took it seriously. He'd found it foolish not to listen to what he was being told, and in his time as a priest, he'd learned well that not everything was told through words.
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Post by Luck Jaegar on Jan 10, 2015 20:50:47 GMT -5
Meeud took a seat on the grass, sitting cross legged a little ways in front of Castor so that they were a respectful distance apart, not that Meeud minded, as he did not like physical contact of any sort really. He was silent for the longest time, trying to recall all the details of the dream so that he could give a full report of them. And as the Reave are silent, even the absence of Meeud's thoughts in Castor's head and vice versa was not strange to either of them. Awkward silences was a thing for those who used verbal speech and never knew when to quiet themselves. When Meeud felt thoroughly prepared, he thought: The dream struck me as bizarre mostly for its lack of anything bizarre. You know how most dreams are convoluted and jump from vision to vision with maybe the barest traces of a connection between scenes? That sort of thing. This dream was not like that at all. I was actually there. Or I think I was there. I could not move, and I believe I was viewing it as the dreamer viewed it himself. I was rooted firmly to the ground, and all around me was nothing but one flat expanse that disappeared on the horizon. And the sun was setting rapidly in the sky before me, blinding me. And as it set, the earth under my feet changed. It grew drier and drier till it turned black and cracked. And there was this sudden weight on me that grew and grew as the sun sank lower and the ground turned black and dry. And just as the sun was a sliver on the horizon and the earth was black as void, I thought the weight would crush me, and suddenly it was gone and I was awake. My body hurt all over as if I had been carrying a large weight and I was confused... He was still confused, and his brow furrowed at that.
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Post by Dawny on Jan 10, 2015 21:31:10 GMT -5
Castor listened intently to Meeud's rendition of events. After he finished, Castor nodded slowly but did not reply. It was indeed bizarre. He had walked in many dreams, but like Meeud had described, they were usually disjointed and convoluted, given only snatches of real meaning, if there were any at all. I agree, this dream is important. He told Meeud. The black earth and the setting sun. The weight. The setting sun alone could mean change, the end or something. The blackening earth could be as simple as forecasting a drought, but in this context, Casper doubted that. The weight, he did not know. Pressing, crushing, claustrophobia, oppression, the words ran quickly through his head. Without more, I don't believe we can know the real meaning. We should be careful, and observant.
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Post by Luck Jaegar on Jan 10, 2015 21:35:14 GMT -5
Meeud knew Castor was right to want to wait, but Meeud could not help but feel a sense of urgency. Do you think as I do? That this dream might be a warning of sorts? It was rather dark and grim. if it was a warning, he was not so sure he would like the result. It felt contradictory. It was so bizarre that it seemed to demand that the dreamer take notice, yet it was so vague that it's meaning was lost in translation. Unless what Meeud had seen was all there was to see. that maybe the world was going to end somehow. If only he could have stayed in the dream to see the sun set fully. He wondered if that was even possible.
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Post by Dawny on Jan 10, 2015 21:45:20 GMT -5
Yes I do, Castor replied gravely. He thought it must be. The particular meaning was unclear, but the message wasn't. We much both watch for any sign of whatever this is foretelling, or any other dreams of a similar nature. I believe it may become vital that we understand the meaning of this dream.
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Post by Luck Jaegar on Jan 10, 2015 22:21:03 GMT -5
Do you think we should tell someone? he asked. Is there perhaps a priest here who has studied dream interpretation? Perhaps they could help. He was grasping at straws, but surely it could not hurt to get a third person in on this. It was hard enough just keeping it to himself all this time.
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Post by Dawny on Jan 10, 2015 22:39:39 GMT -5
We should tell the head the priest, Casper replied quickly. Even if their head priest wasn't able to offer any more insight to the dream than they were, they would know someone who might. It was the job of the head priest to know his priest's strengths, to know who to put on the job.
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Post by Luck Jaegar on Jan 10, 2015 22:59:47 GMT -5
It was times like these that Meeud hated how slow his training was progressing. He had quite the talent for dream walking, so naturally he was chosen for special training. But he was young yet. Barely a man. And he still had much to learn. It never seemed to be enough though, as now he was left feeling something of helpless now that he had a dream that was probably worth something but no inkling at how to decipher it. He stood up, a little shaky, and he looked back at the temple.
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