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Date Posted: 15:40:00 09/26/02 Thu
Author: Tsuga/Tavie
Subject: Tavie awoke from her slumber...
In reply to: Maliika }{ Ramaine 's message, "/Life ain't so Simple afterall...\" on 18:34:50 09/25/02 Wed

Her eyes were still foggy with sleep, but they soon cleared, and, as she looked about, noticed a restless Tsuga tossing on the bed in a cold sweat. Concerned, Tavie attempts to pierce her thoughts. This is her dream:

Tsuga, the little girl, is walking along a merry path, picking lovely wildflowers as she goes. Finding a vine of some fragrant flower-or-other, she paused to smell it, swinging her bouquet as she walked beside a tall figure, who, though possesed and imposing presence, was undeniably feminine. It was Tsuga's mother. As Tsuga pulled her hand yet again, yanking her over to another vine, the mother growled agrivatedly. "Tsuga, you little brat, stopp pulling my arm! I'm trying to get home!" but as the woman's threat goes unheeded, she yanks rudely on the youngster's arm, and the child cries out in pain, as does the tossing form of Tsuga of the here-and-now lying on the bed. She curls herself into a tight ball as a fist comes rushing through the air, aimed at her young shoulders. As it connects.....

Tsuga sits bolt upright with a pain-induced scream, which she muffled in her pillow. Getting herslef a bit under cotrol, she sat up slowly, trembling. The looming form of Tvie was immensly comforting, and she settled further, though the horror of past events still haunted her. She realized, all at once, that the old scar was feeling stretched and sore. Sliding down her tunic, she grimaced at the angry red circle, a perfect imitation of the fist which had struck her. She firmly pulled the shirt back up and climbed out of be, determined to face a new day, though it was still the wee hours of morning, she did not desire further sleep. {Tsuga, are you sure you're allright? What was that dream about?} Tsuga starts, she had not been aware of the dream-dropping. "Nothing, Tavie, just some old demon." She shook her head to dispel the feeling, suddenly noticing that her mouth had the metallic taste of blood. Blast it all! She had bitten her tounge to ribbons during the night! Just as she had that day....She shuddered.

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