OoC: I know you said to just reboot and have them doing junk in their room, but I decided to simply pick up where I left off and send her to sleep, after having her clarify for herself what it is that she wants to do. I pray that I did not betray her character, though.
This internal monologue is nowhere near Shakespeare, but it serves well as a transition, I think. Anyway, I need to post something to continue training, so it might as well be this. ^_^;;
BiC:
****. He got away.
She could see nothing but black void and hear nothing except her own breath and the wind whistling in her ears. There was nothing solid within her grasp, no ground to stand on. Penina waited and waited to hit the bottom, but her freefall continued. So, she got comfortable and started to think.
I wonder if I will survive the fall. Will it come to an end, though? Or will I just fall forever and rot in mid-air as best I can without assistance? Hmm . . . well, is there anything to really regret? Is there any reason to wish to continue to live? There is certainly a lot left to learn about the world, but it is very unlikely that I will ever learn everything. I am not even sure if I want to do that.
What do I want? I should be striving for something if I am to be wandering worlds. Simply learning without any aim in mind is something that anyone can do. I should be striving to learn something to some end. But what purpose should I set up for myself?
Perhaps I should find out more about myself. That sounds good: now what do I know already? I am the child of a Dream of the Red King and of a human being. So that makes me . . . what? Half Dream, half Dreamer. It does not really seem to cohere too well.
How human am I? How do I differ from humanity at large? Well, I certainly have their physical form. Then again, my blood is a black substance that is rather incommensurable with science. I guess that rendering conventional investigation useless is part of being part-Dream. The hands are also strange. I think I made them myself, but I have never really gotten a chance to reproduce what happened that day. I wonder if that was me, or if that had something to do with my parents’ agreement being violated, or if it was something else entirely.
I wish I could ask them what happened, but I am fairly sure that my mother is dead, and my father is . . . wandering worlds! Just like I am going to be doing as soon as I learn what I can here! I can find him and learn what is going on with me! I can learn exactly why he taught me about the Red King and his Dream-world. I might even find out what my real purpose is!
Okay then, looks like we have a plan. Find the Boots and make him explain who I am and what happened to me. And learn what I can in general along the way, but that is pretty much a given.
Penina smiled as she finalized her plans for her future, then realized that the whistling had stopped, and that she was lying down on a futon. Getting up, she found a light-switch. Pen was back in her room. Shrugging, she turned off the lights, crawled into her bed and went to sleep, dreaming strange dreams.