[Early mornings were a usual thing for Vianca, as were (relatively) early bedtimes. It kind of came with the territory of having a circadian rhythm tied so closely to the sun. So her being out and about in these wee morning hours.
What wasn't usual was the tense, high-pitched feeling that was tight in her chest for multiple mornings on end. She'd felt it before, but there was usually a concrete reasoning for it. Dreams were not a concrete reasoning. Dreams were also not a usual thing for her, not in the way that other people described. Hers came mostly in swathes of color, when she remembered them. Soft, shifting shapes that didn't have much form. Seeing a figure in any way was new. Seeing a figure like this, just out of view but always getting closer, was Not Good! Very Bad!
The only way she knew how to deal with it was to get out into the morning light and read something, anything, as long as there were words to lure her thoughts somewhere else. Which was what she was doing now, curled up besides a fountain and fervently skimming the tablet in her hands.
The movement of someone wandering closer caught the corner of her eye-- tall, dark and kind of shambling, just like something else she was running away from. Vianca had barely processed her breath catching in her chest before she scrambled, skittering around the edge of the fountain to duck behind the wall on the other side.]
iv + but maybe also... ???
What wasn't usual was the tense, high-pitched feeling that was tight in her chest for multiple mornings on end. She'd felt it before, but there was usually a concrete reasoning for it. Dreams were not a concrete reasoning. Dreams were also not a usual thing for her, not in the way that other people described. Hers came mostly in swathes of color, when she remembered them. Soft, shifting shapes that didn't have much form. Seeing a figure in any way was new. Seeing a figure like this, just out of view but always getting closer, was Not Good! Very Bad!
The only way she knew how to deal with it was to get out into the morning light and read something, anything, as long as there were words to lure her thoughts somewhere else. Which was what she was doing now, curled up besides a fountain and fervently skimming the tablet in her hands.
The movement of someone wandering closer caught the corner of her eye-- tall, dark and kind of shambling, just like something else she was running away from. Vianca had barely processed her breath catching in her chest before she scrambled, skittering around the edge of the fountain to duck behind the wall on the other side.]