It feels like someone is ripping her in half at times, to be looked at, and seen is something she can not describe, and despite the threatening tears and the lump at the back of her throat she smiles.
She refuses to let the weight of that emotion drag this moment down, instead she lightly leans to the side and elbows him, “and peach wine, I make some very good wine.” Feng Wu was still sure there was a bottle or two of it in her realm, hidden away for a special occasion she was yet to find.
Her hand reaches out, palm unfurls warm with magic like a summer sun to bask in, an offer to the snake if it wishes. For Feng Wu does not mind sharing magic and glamour with those she cares for.
As she listens, a small nod of her head, this world is harsh she has learned. Easier, more comfortable, in many ways than the lives they had lived in the past and even harder in some. More brutal in its systems, in the way the world is constructed and less forgiving. “Then maybe, your soul will find some rest while you are here.” She offers, maybe, a bright side to things. “Remembrance is within grasp, and it has been my experience that to become whole again is an event that comes, precisely when fate has deemed it to be pertinent." A hum for a moment. “Patience…is all that is required. It will happen eventually, often sooner than one thinks.”
Still, despite the tragedy, he pulls a smile onto her features, a small laugh. “You have no idea. The first drug in its class was known as morphium, of all things. For its tendency to induce sleep in its subjects.” A laugh leaves her. “I wonder how the Dream Lord feels about that one. It is abused and treasured in equal measures. Its creator hypothesised because it was several times stronger than opium then it would be less addictive. He was tragically wrong, and died by his own pharmacology.”
Fate was also a fickle bitch with a strange sense of humour.
Really, her small information dump is a stall as she works out how to answer his question.
“I was a freshman in college.” A quieter confession. “I thought I was going insane. The world as it is now is advanced, but it is one where the perception of magic is dead.” To confess, or to speak of what she was, or the experiences she had. There was simply no avenue for it. So, Feng Wu had done the only thing to be done - carried on. “Much has changed in that realm since we first walked the earth…” she trails off for a moment, falling quiet. Wishing not to dwell on the negatives while she has his company. Him and negativity are not things she wants to marry in her own mind.
But he asked her a question and she could not lie to him, even by omission.
“I remembered during a very…lonely time. I had just lost my family, moved to a new city, yet I too remembered in a dream.” A chuckle leaves her, “the Dream Lord once told me, all gods are born in dreams.” He would say such a thing she thinks, arrogant as he is. Though she suspects there is truth within that statement, especially now.
