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Being asked to explain is a catalyst for the ever-growing exasperation that remains lurking behind closed doors. hidden by calming methods and yoga and all those necessary steps one takes to remain calm. How unfortunate it was that the negative emotion had intensified tenfold throughout the day. Aware that it wasn’t necessarily a fault of anyone’s doing own only worsened her state; Dahye was the type who needed something, or someone, to blame. Sometimes she felt as though she should come with a manual or a FAQ – anything really – which would decrease the number of times she’d have to explain parts of herself that were (seemingly) transparent. Perhaps then she really would be rid of the irritate nature she tries so hard to shed.
Brushing black locks to the side, nimble fingers loosely braiding the strands of hair, she produces a sound of mild irritation; a combination of a sigh and a whine. It is silly, she must admit, to become annoyed when she was the one who had instigated the conversation -- after all, she’s sure the other cares little for what stories she creates whilst sleeping. Still, her control is evidently minimal and her mood still too sour. “Okay, so basically,” she interjects an elaborate motion of the hands as a form to communicate her starting her explanation, “You know I don’t sleep as often as perhaps I’d like -- as most of us do in this industry -- and when I do sleep it results in film-like dreams; with plots, sometimes sub-plots even, a genre and basically all that jazz.”
Bright eyes illuminate as the speed of which she deciphers her own dreams increases, stumbling over a number of words due to the haste of her tongue. “So, I think the princess dragon dream stems from this idea that pretty much all the princesses in folklore, mythology and pop culture are the good guys – even if they’re not necessarily spineless damsels in distress, it’s still pretty black-and-white with princesses. But in reality, there were some nasty pieces of work which were princesses – or kinda like princesses, like that duchess who used to bathe in the blood of maidens, and i think she drank it too.”
A sharp intake of breathe, and she continues, now even more feverishly. “Now, a lot of times, Dragons are pinned as the bad guys and there is the whole kinda old school Medieval dragons versus knights who are try’na save a princess and so to combined the two, it creates a more realistic view of our world through these symbolic characters. It’s not good versus bad, it’s good coinciding with bad.” No longer was she addressing the other, instead these words were more to herself; analysation of her own concoction.
“The fact you were there, it was a mere coincidence.I think at least…” Her head tilts to the side at a slight angle, lips pursed as she lapses into momentary silence. “Did I make sense?”