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Dream Journal 3

More flying tonight, but the storm – gods the storm was incredible!  So much rage and anguish carried on the winds, and the rain was biting cold and sharp as needles.  But it didn’t stop me    I just flew faster and faster, through the canyon of steel of glass.  People hurried around beneath me – they all looked like hyur, but the clothing was strange.  Still I just flew and flew, feeling more of the energy as I did before.

I felt overcome with   grief?  Pain?  I realized I was crying but i didn’t know why.  It was a sadness I am not familiar with

and I realized too that I was crying.  I slowed my flying, feeling my face

my hand was blue!  I didn’t know how or why but the skin was blue, and without scales   The surprise stopped my tears and, just like that, the sky cleared.   No biting rain, no strong winds whipping my face, no clouds hiding the late evening sky

My chest burned, and I hiccupped, but this pain in my heart…I do not know why I was so sad that I would make the sky weep with me

❤ + ☕ “Hi, Ana! I hope you’re feeling better... you know. You probably need a hug more than I do.” L'yhta then reaches back, trying to catch the xaela in a reverse hug while simultaneously brushing her cheek gently, affectionately against her horn.

Ana nods a little, giving the purple-haired mage another quick squeeze before releasing her.  “I’m doing…alright, I suppose.  Miss Kerin suggested I stay busy doing worthwhile things, and to write letters to myself to try…sorting everything out in my head.  I’m doing ok.  Just ready to…get back out and do something productive to help the situation, instead of cowering in the Tower.”  She frowns.  “I’m sorry I missed the…um…night at the cliff the other day.  Did you have a good time at least?”

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Ana taps her chin.  “Something I love…but everyone hates?”  She shifts on the couch.  “Well, I don’t think anyone hates swimming really, and reading is generally fun, right?  Umm…cooking and baking are fun?  I love…hmmm…

“Well, I suppose the one thing I get scolded on the most is the lack of clothing?  I like going skyclad mostly (that’s what Lyta calls it), because it’s just easier to swim that way.  Clothes get too heavy, and it takes too long to get undressed and then redressed and just…yeah…but that would what gets me scolded the most, so I guess that means people hate it?  But not everyone does so maybe that doesn’t answer the question…hmm…hells with it.  Naked.  Final answer.”  She nods, ending the discussion.

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I don’t know if he felt the same way.  I know for me it was...odd?  To just hold a conversation with...some disinterest?  To not focus on his voice and just his words?

And to not act like anything happened, and yet for it to be apparent that it was not ok?  I think I make sense.  I know what I mean, shut up.

Lyta is Lyta.  That she has lovers has always been constant.  I wish I could know what it is about her.  But so does Kahlua.  Anzu.  Sasari.  Wicked white, even Kaoru now, they have someone they are seeing romantically.  Not sure why that bothers me...

What is it about me?  Why am I unlovable?  What do they see about me that I can’t see?  What is it about them that I cannot be?

Is it this scar?  Is Suzume right?  I killed that woman, and now I’m the monster?  And they all see it in me?

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Conflux, Pt. 11

The women were gathered in the small room – the “transporter room,” the Commander had called it – and exchange final goodbyes.  All had been a giggling mess of nerves since they woke up that morning, though Stormy seemed a bit worse for wear; claimed she had an “accelerated metabolism” that allowed her to drink copious amounts of a drink they called “tequila,” she had woken with a splitting headache.  A quick visit to the sickbay had helped relieve the pain, and the blue girl had spent a tender moment with Doctor Dubois, sharing stories of a woman who they both knew a version of.  The Commander just watched the exchange silently, but Ana knew the expression was melancholic, as she and her Doctor remembered their fallen lover while talking about Stormy’s alive one.  Stormy and the Doctor parted with a soft kiss, and then the trio had gone on one last tour of the ship before arriving at the transporter room.

Inside, a low din of activity greeted them as many of the Commander’s officers worked to finalize the calculations that would send them home.  “It’s funny,” the Commander remarked, watching them before turning to Anafenza.  “How strange this must seem to you.  All this technology, science, generations ahead of your world.”

Anafenza nodded.  “We have technology – the Garleans make full use of it – but this…is almost…”

“Indistinguishable from magic?” Stormy smirked, winking at the Commander.

Anafenza shrugged and nodded.  “That would…be a good way to describe it, yes.  But I’ve seen magic,” she continued with a wink.  “If you can call down a meteor from the heavens, then I’ll believe it.”

Stormy chuckled, but the Commander winced for a moment, her eyes going distant to some memory she didn’t want to think of.  She shook her head to clear it, before smiling again.

The “Trill” woman, Sano, cleared her throat behind the Commander, and all three turned to look at her. She nodded, almost sadly, clearly not wanting to break up their group.  “Ma’am, it’s time.  If we want a shot at getting them home before the window closes…” She trailed off, leaving the implications hanging in the air.

The three woman took in a deep breath, turning back to one another.  They smiled, before moving in to embrace one another together.

“This was…quite an experience,” the Commander remarked.

“It will certainly be a story to tell,” Anafenza continued on with a small nod.

“No one will believe us,” Stormy countered with a small laugh, and all three laughed together.  They hugged again, Stormy turning her head to plant a kiss on first the Commander’s cheek, then turning to Anafenza to do the same. Then, Stormy and Anafenza stepped up onto the illuminated pad.  Ana gave the blue woman’s hand a quick squeeze, before they parted, standing on opposite sides of the device.

Commander St. Peter smiled at them both.  “Good luck, and whatever gods you believe in protect you.  I am so blessed to know you both.”  She winked at Stormy playfully, but gave Anafenza a genuine smile.  “You’re going to do great things, Anafenza of the Ejinn.”

There was a long pause, as the three just stared at one another for another moment.  Then, the Commander turned her head to her crew.  “Energize!”

The light on the pad began to brighten, and a chiming filled the air as swirling motes of light enveloped the two women.  Anafenza giggled a little, feeling ticklish.

There was an alert on the panel, and Sano began shouting to her team.  “Engage the chronometric navigational sensors!”

“They can’t get a positive lock!  Something is throwing the entire equation out of sorts, and the transport can’t engage.”

“It’s not that ‘aether,’ is it?”

“No, we have a positive fix on that.  But there is a quantum imbalance in her signal and the other St. Peter’s.  The buffer is having a hard time maintaining their patterns, like another variable is missing…”

The lights died down, and the chiming subsided.  Stormy and Ana looked at each other, then at the crew working.

The Commander frowned, shaking her head.  “Something is missing…but the numbers all check?  We have good locks in both time and space?”  Her crew was nodding and agreeing as she rattled off things Anafenza could not comprehend.

Stormy snapped her fingers, looking at Anafenza.  “Something isn’t missing.  Someone is…”

The Commander paused, blinking, then smacked her forehead.  “Of course…the computer can’t make a firm lock on either of you…”

“Unless you can serve as an anchor,” Anafenza finished.  “And a beacon.”

“Just like in the pocket dimension.”

The Commander hopped onto the pad and took the center spot.  “Alright Nizeri, try now.”  She nodded. “Energize!”

Sano turned to the controls as the officer there worked the panel, and the lights and chimes began anew. She smiled, continuing to direct the officers.  “Positive lock engaged, they can make it to the pattern buffer!  Engage the scanners!”

The light overtook Ana’s vision, and the chiming deafened her.

“I’ll always…remember you…both!  May you walk…in the light…of the Crystal!”

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