[ As distressed as she was falling asleep, Lyria seemed to rest rather peacefully after that, comforted by the arm that still held onto her and the bed that encapsulated her tiny form.
She swore she was dreaming about him... about Gran. His smiling form beside her, cuddled together with knees pressed against chests, and next to him Vyrn. They were giggling and whispering about who knows what, sharing warmth under an open and endless skies. The stars lit up around, brightening their surroundings and causing no need for lanterns. This was a sky she was familiar with, a sky she had often looked out from her window and wondered if she could touch the stars. It was through impulse that the girl reached out her hand towards it with fingers outstretched. She was trying to take hold of something... Eyes focused on the stars she stretched even further and further again, until she finally felt something take hold.
It felt as though it was pulling her towards it, and as her fingers slowly begin to close did the image of a person... of people start to take form amongst the skies. It was a warm, welcoming presence. They sparkled amongst the constellations and as she was urged forward from a then sitting position to standing, and then from a standing to a floating. As she approached the lights were slowly beginning to get brighter... and brighter... but she wasn't afraid. She could feel the kindness in the stars, and as they shown the brightest, Lyria was forced to close her eyes—
—only to awaken the moment she opened them once again. ]
Hnngh...
[ Lyria stared up at a familiar ceiling. Not one of the Grandcypher's, but at a home she was welcomed to. She sat in silence for a few moments, tears still clinging on to the sides of her cheeks before finally turning her gaze to either side the moment she felt something beside her. Eustace... Tifa... they were both here.
The memory of what had occurred before she went to sleep caused a wave of emotions to rush through her body, but she resisted the urge for the tears to boil back over and instead shifted slightly in the bed to prop herself up with her arms. Her attention drew first to Tifa as a frown creased over her lips. Eustace had mentioned that Tifa was the one to prepare the lunch, so of course she had to have been in the room too, or at least close by. Had she heard what had happened...? ]
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She swore she was dreaming about him... about Gran. His smiling form beside her, cuddled together with knees pressed against chests, and next to him Vyrn. They were giggling and whispering about who knows what, sharing warmth under an open and endless skies. The stars lit up around, brightening their surroundings and causing no need for lanterns. This was a sky she was familiar with, a sky she had often looked out from her window and wondered if she could touch the stars. It was through impulse that the girl reached out her hand towards it with fingers outstretched. She was trying to take hold of something... Eyes focused on the stars she stretched even further and further again, until she finally felt something take hold.
It felt as though it was pulling her towards it, and as her fingers slowly begin to close did the image of a person... of people start to take form amongst the skies. It was a warm, welcoming presence. They sparkled amongst the constellations and as she was urged forward from a then sitting position to standing, and then from a standing to a floating. As she approached the lights were slowly beginning to get brighter... and brighter... but she wasn't afraid. She could feel the kindness in the stars, and as they shown the brightest, Lyria was forced to close her eyes—
—only to awaken the moment she opened them once again. ]
Hnngh...
[ Lyria stared up at a familiar ceiling. Not one of the Grandcypher's, but at a home she was welcomed to. She sat in silence for a few moments, tears still clinging on to the sides of her cheeks before finally turning her gaze to either side the moment she felt something beside her. Eustace... Tifa... they were both here.
The memory of what had occurred before she went to sleep caused a wave of emotions to rush through her body, but she resisted the urge for the tears to boil back over and instead shifted slightly in the bed to prop herself up with her arms. Her attention drew first to Tifa as a frown creased over her lips. Eustace had mentioned that Tifa was the one to prepare the lunch, so of course she had to have been in the room too, or at least close by. Had she heard what had happened...? ]
Ah, I... I'm sorry—