❝Alright then, Rose.❞ He says, it did sound a bit friendlier. But he just wanted to be polite. Although….How polite is she being by entering his dreams? It’s kind of an invasion of privacy. Oh well, she probably can’t even help it.
After he stopped musing about how her ‘curse’ works, he nodded his head. ❝This dream is also most pleasant compared to what nightmares I usually have.❞ He informs her. Again, usually his dreams are traumatic memories or some kind of frightening nightmare of his fears. That would of been much worse for her to see and maybe even a little embarrassing. ❝Oh, and..You can just call me Ford.❞ He added with a small smile that did not last.
❝A fairy…?❞ He says with slight surprise, his face wincing a little. ❝Now I understand a bit more, fairies are usually….Quite annoying or evil creatures.❞ He recalled back to his previous interactions with fairies. They really were disgusting and bad.
❝Is there any way that you can break this curse? one hundred years is quite some time. And I’m sure ‘dream jumping’ will get quite tiresome. Even if some dreams are…Interesting. And not only that, but there’s no way you can live for a hundred years. Unless…The curse disables your aging process. Which is still pretty bad if you ask me.❞
But he himself didn’t know what would be a cure for a hundred year old magical sleep. He has heard of theories about such a curse, but…He never looked into it. He barely slept as it was, it would be bad if he had accidentally put himself in a slumber while researching it.
❝No…You’re not the only one who has visit my dreams and I know of ways that one can enter other people’s minds and dreams…So, it’s not as silly as you think it sounds.❞
“Thank you, Ford.” What an interesting name, to be named after a river. But then again, she’d been named after the dawn. At least with her royal name. Her blond head nodded in understanding about the unpleasantness of nightmares, she had her fair share of them, the ones that had told her she was cursed long before her fairy aunts had.
Her brow furrowed when he said most fairies were annoying or evil. “Why, that’s not true at all! My fairy aunts raised me! They were wonderful!” She insisted, almost hotly, but easily distracted by the next mention of her curse.
She paled a bit at idea of aging one hundred years time. Aurora hadn’t thought of that at all. Her hands instantly went to her young face to check for wrinkles before she dropped them, feeling foolish. Aurora shook her head, “No, I won’t be asleep for one hundred years, I’m sure of it, my betrothed, Phillip, he’ll rescue me. The way to break the curse is True Love’s Kiss.”
Even as she said it the scene around them shifted, the sky shifted to the sunset tones of the day she’d spent with Phillip, ghostly forms of herself and her betrothed dancing past them and singing lightly. Aurora blinked in surprise, glancing at Ford. “I’ve never been able to do this in my dreams before.”
