@feasgaran is dreaming of witches
“You know, the sound could be more interesting.”
The woman was floating in the air, but it looked like she was sitting on an invisible chair. She held in her hand a porcelian white cup with tiny blue flowers. The woman closed her eyes slightly in pleasure when she took a sip of a brownish luquid. It's been ages since the last time she drank cocoa (and it was cocoa, contrary to all logic). Ten years probably. Or maybe more. It was hard for her to guess how many years have passed. The taste was just the way she remembered it. She could have imagined more unusual things, but her fantasy so far was only enough for that. In the end, it was not her dream, and she didn't have the same power here as the owner of a dream.
Who suddenly turned out to be a goat-footed man, but since Ivakir didn't know all local species, she didn't care whose dream she was in. At least, it was not a dream of some nekker or a troll.
The woman waved her hand, and an energetic merry tune started playing out of nowhere, which soon died down. That’s all she could remember. After all, when you were dead, your abilities were very limited, especially if you appeared in someone else's dream.
Immediately, the main question arose - how did Ivakir die?
From a technical point of view, Ivakir was hard to call dead. But to be imprisoned in a fox figure was hard to call a full life. The question of how she fell into a strange dream was much simpler. Ivakir was a witch, and for witches almost all the doors were open, and if they were closed, the witch would ask why the hell it was closed, don’t you know who she is, and find a way to get in there, even if she didn’t need to go there.
“You have a good place here,” the witch crossed her legs and smiled. She certainly didn’t look dead. “No evil cucumbers and monsters under the bed; no vomitting with rainbow unicorns; no classmates who laugh at you, because you forgot to put on pants. Perfect! The place I need!” she raised a cup, and it disappeared in her hand. “I must say it’s almost the first time for me being in someone’s dream, but trust me (she pressed a hand to her chest), it’s muuuuuch better than reading someone’s memories.”
