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A feeling of home. Those very expensive paintings on the walls, and the gallery of knightly armor that she was afraid of when she was little... However, it wasn't clear where exactly she was and what she was doing; everything was on an emotional level, rather than clearly presented as images. Who is she, anyway?
A. Well, that's how she looked in the mirror when she was 12. More or less. What terrible freckles she has, of course; she should have exposed her face to the sun less, she doesn't make that mistake anymore.
And who is she talking to there? It seems to be her older cousin? Funny, she doesn't remember the girl's face, but it shouldn't have looked like Princess Naria's face – but it did look like it just now.
-- Thank you for the gift, -- a curtsy.
"Yes, back then it was curtsies, not bows, because I wasn't a Knight yet."
-- Can I open it? -- it was a beautiful box of handmade chocolates. In reality, something like that never happened, but in the dream, the box itself was a work of art even from the outside. After waiting for permission, the red-haired, but not yet a Fury, opens the gift. To discover something unpleasant...
-- How is that... Why is one missing?
-- I ate it, -- her cousin replies without a hint of shame.
-- ... How is that, you ate it? These are my chocolates.
-- What's the problem? You're greedy, Erefir.
"Wait... What kind of nonsense is going on here?"
-- I'm not greedy! I just don't understand how you could! You could have asked me, I would have shared, but how could you give me chocolates and then eat one yourself?!
-- Actually, I'm older than you, and you should listen to me.
-- That's not relevant here! You can't give me chocolates and then eat them yourself! The chocolates of my vassal are not my chocolates!!
"Okay, let's end this nonsense. Subconscious, let's have a different scene."
Someone knocked on the door.
-- Mom, Dad, I'll open it! -- Erefir said and went to do as she was told, but her mother's frightened, very quiet voice, as if right in her ear, made her stop. The meaning of what was said was not immediately understood by the young girl, and she had to concentrate a little to replay the phrase she had just heard: "Don't open that door."
The knocking on the locked door continued. It became louder and quieter, until...
***
Erefir Linel Darvining found herself sleeping, leaning against a tree near the headquarters, with a book in her hands, the last in the series about kings. A sunbeam fell on her face, just penetrating through the fence.
-- Mmmm, how many months have I not had dreams? -- she murmured.
"Strange, why would I have them now? I'm an insensitive golem, as if something could really impress me enough. I wasn't saddened by our adventures in Thaïs, or the destruction of Margel and Kriedaar, or... I probably wouldn't grieve for long even if the operation on Beate had fatal consequences."
The girl formulated this and felt some kind of sting... Of dishonesty towards herself. It was a lie, and the nosenrot didn't like to lie. Or rather, from a logical point of view, yes, that's approximately how it was, but... But still, it was a lie.
In the end, in that past life, she made a promise to herself at one point that she would no longer fight as part of a group, precisely because she was tired of the deaths of her comrades. That promise remained in the past world, but not the memory of it. And is it necessary to say that new comrades, being dependent on Erefir, were perceived by her somehow differently, on a different level? Perhaps that was the reason for the dream, although Fyr didn't want to admit it to herself, because why these stupidities, everything is normal now, right?
The girl stretched sweetly, got up, swung a 360-degree hammer a couple of times as a warm-up (the enemy spy was out of luck if he decided to stand somewhere behind, eavesdropping on her dreams), and went about her business.
A. Well, that's how she looked in the mirror when she was 12. More or less. What terrible freckles she has, of course; she should have exposed her face to the sun less, she doesn't make that mistake anymore.
And who is she talking to there? It seems to be her older cousin? Funny, she doesn't remember the girl's face, but it shouldn't have looked like Princess Naria's face – but it did look like it just now.
-- Thank you for the gift, -- a curtsy.
"Yes, back then it was curtsies, not bows, because I wasn't a Knight yet."
-- Can I open it? -- it was a beautiful box of handmade chocolates. In reality, something like that never happened, but in the dream, the box itself was a work of art even from the outside. After waiting for permission, the red-haired, but not yet a Fury, opens the gift. To discover something unpleasant...
-- How is that... Why is one missing?
-- I ate it, -- her cousin replies without a hint of shame.
-- ... How is that, you ate it? These are my chocolates.
-- What's the problem? You're greedy, Erefir.
"Wait... What kind of nonsense is going on here?"
-- I'm not greedy! I just don't understand how you could! You could have asked me, I would have shared, but how could you give me chocolates and then eat one yourself?!
-- Actually, I'm older than you, and you should listen to me.
-- That's not relevant here! You can't give me chocolates and then eat them yourself! The chocolates of my vassal are not my chocolates!!
"Okay, let's end this nonsense. Subconscious, let's have a different scene."
Someone knocked on the door.
-- Mom, Dad, I'll open it! -- Erefir said and went to do as she was told, but her mother's frightened, very quiet voice, as if right in her ear, made her stop. The meaning of what was said was not immediately understood by the young girl, and she had to concentrate a little to replay the phrase she had just heard: "Don't open that door."
The knocking on the locked door continued. It became louder and quieter, until...
***
Erefir Linel Darvining found herself sleeping, leaning against a tree near the headquarters, with a book in her hands, the last in the series about kings. A sunbeam fell on her face, just penetrating through the fence.
-- Mmmm, how many months have I not had dreams? -- she murmured.
"Strange, why would I have them now? I'm an insensitive golem, as if something could really impress me enough. I wasn't saddened by our adventures in Thaïs, or the destruction of Margel and Kriedaar, or... I probably wouldn't grieve for long even if the operation on Beate had fatal consequences."
The girl formulated this and felt some kind of sting... Of dishonesty towards herself. It was a lie, and the nosenrot didn't like to lie. Or rather, from a logical point of view, yes, that's approximately how it was, but... But still, it was a lie.
In the end, in that past life, she made a promise to herself at one point that she would no longer fight as part of a group, precisely because she was tired of the deaths of her comrades. That promise remained in the past world, but not the memory of it. And is it necessary to say that new comrades, being dependent on Erefir, were perceived by her somehow differently, on a different level? Perhaps that was the reason for the dream, although Fyr didn't want to admit it to herself, because why these stupidities, everything is normal now, right?
The girl stretched sweetly, got up, swung a 360-degree hammer a couple of times as a warm-up (the enemy spy was out of luck if he decided to stand somewhere behind, eavesdropping on her dreams), and went about her business.