Post by zeis on Feb 8, 2010 22:31:43 GMT -5
Zeis had trouble sleeping this night, as he did many nights quite honestly. He had unusual and fitful dreams which woke him every few hours. These nightmares were usually nonsensical, or not nightmares in the sense of what many would consider a nightmare. Sometimes the only justification he had for calling it a nightmare was the sense of wrongness he experienced while clutched in its grip.
The one that sent him wandering from his bed at such an ungodly hour had been especially jarring, and he had no desire to return to sleep and possibly end up continuing it. Instead, he had slipped on his usual work clothes he had set aside for the morning, and carefully smoothed out and adjusted his appearance until he found himself acceptable. Then he quietly slipped out the entrance of his personal room, and set off on the familiar path through the lower caverns toward the kitchens.
He trailed a hand along the cool rock of the caverns as he walked, and the dark silence of the trek eventually turned his mind back to the subject of his dream. In his dream he had found himself in a green open field, surely no where near the Weyr that he knew of, but perhaps a place he had seen before on the road with his mother? He couldn't recall. As he stood alone in this field, he saw that a herd of draybeasts were running gracefully in his direction from far off in the distance. He had initially felt some measure of serenity and joy watching the gracefully long legged beasts gallop across the hillside, tossing their heads and manes.
But as they drew closer the creatures seemed to notice him, and they had let loose a terrible noise like a scream as they angled toward him. They changed as they ran him down into monsters. Beasts that looked like horses but whose front legs had sunk back into their broad chests, which had yawned open into a ponderous sideways mouth filled with long teeth. He shivered in the dark at the memory of it, but thankfully recognized the familiar spicy food smell of the kitchens before he could give the dream more thought.
He stepped into the kitchens and paused at the doorway, rolling up his sleeves and giving the empty room a cursory glance. It was way too early in the morning, or perhaps late at night, for any of the other staff to start on breakfast for the Weyr. He had the room to himself. Zeis offered the empty room a rare smile, and set about preparing himself an early breakfast. It was nothing fancy, just some day old bread which he generously slathered with preserved fruit and a pot of klah. He hummed quietly to himself as he worked, just snatches of what he could remember of a simple melody he had heard the day before in the twisting halls of the lower caverns. Satisfied with his efforts, he sat alone enjoying his hodgepodge meal in the faint dark and early quiet.
The one that sent him wandering from his bed at such an ungodly hour had been especially jarring, and he had no desire to return to sleep and possibly end up continuing it. Instead, he had slipped on his usual work clothes he had set aside for the morning, and carefully smoothed out and adjusted his appearance until he found himself acceptable. Then he quietly slipped out the entrance of his personal room, and set off on the familiar path through the lower caverns toward the kitchens.
He trailed a hand along the cool rock of the caverns as he walked, and the dark silence of the trek eventually turned his mind back to the subject of his dream. In his dream he had found himself in a green open field, surely no where near the Weyr that he knew of, but perhaps a place he had seen before on the road with his mother? He couldn't recall. As he stood alone in this field, he saw that a herd of draybeasts were running gracefully in his direction from far off in the distance. He had initially felt some measure of serenity and joy watching the gracefully long legged beasts gallop across the hillside, tossing their heads and manes.
But as they drew closer the creatures seemed to notice him, and they had let loose a terrible noise like a scream as they angled toward him. They changed as they ran him down into monsters. Beasts that looked like horses but whose front legs had sunk back into their broad chests, which had yawned open into a ponderous sideways mouth filled with long teeth. He shivered in the dark at the memory of it, but thankfully recognized the familiar spicy food smell of the kitchens before he could give the dream more thought.
He stepped into the kitchens and paused at the doorway, rolling up his sleeves and giving the empty room a cursory glance. It was way too early in the morning, or perhaps late at night, for any of the other staff to start on breakfast for the Weyr. He had the room to himself. Zeis offered the empty room a rare smile, and set about preparing himself an early breakfast. It was nothing fancy, just some day old bread which he generously slathered with preserved fruit and a pot of klah. He hummed quietly to himself as he worked, just snatches of what he could remember of a simple melody he had heard the day before in the twisting halls of the lower caverns. Satisfied with his efforts, he sat alone enjoying his hodgepodge meal in the faint dark and early quiet.