[ ♕ ☽ ] – Normally on your strolls through the native flora you don’t encounter others. It’s peaceful, and while you aren’t one to normally require solitude, there are times even you need space to decompress. Savior’s Respite is usually that place for you. Something about the oppressive air of a certain peak, while unwelcome at first, allows you to open wells of sorrow in yourself you hadn’t known to exist until the gates are opened.
You can cry here. And on your way home, you can admire the beauty of this marvelous world. These grieving sessions aren’t glamorous, but they’re yours.
Accustomed to solitude during these times, a footstep startles you. Your body moves on memory, ready to dodge a spear from a harpy that doesn’t exist, and her midnight eyes don’t help dispel your delusions. You impose memories that don’t belong here, and cast an illusion meant to be a threat. The ground bulges with spikes, pointedly warning the intruder you mean to finish what she may start.
But reality doesn’t escape you completely. You see yourself in her eyes, fangs bared, eyes wild. Then you see her expression, and all at once, the illusion fades.
“I- oh, oh goodness! Oh, I am so sorry!”
“Are you alright? You haven’t been harmed? I’m so terribly sorry. I was lost in thought and I. Oh, these cliffs- I could have killed you.”
You feel light headed, and the rest of you, distant. You could have killed her.