Fiona
The air was taken out of her lungs when Oren turned around, grabbing her and spinning her around. Just like that the world began to shift and shed, an ethereal dream taking it over. Left and right blurred, up and down reversed, forwards and back became the same. And then came the colors, the words shined. There was no other word for it, bright and vibrant, green became verdant and red crimson. Shimmering and glowing the world became nothing more than a dream. But a vibrant and beautifuldream.
It filled her with something. Something she did not know how to feel. It was fake, she knew it was fake, but it felt so… different. Not in a bad way, but it was something she doubted she would be able to feel again, unless she exploded the depths of the infinite Garden itself. It was like, fulfillment? Like something that wasn't there was finally present. Like she was whole, an unimaginable pleasure and warmth. It was so nice...
But there was something wrong. Something within her held her, binding it, holding it. A thorn covered vine that was wrapped around her, but it did not hurt, simply spreading warmth though her. The Dance of the Fae, intoxicating and drawing her, but something held on to her, and she in turned grabbed a hold of it.
It might not have been real, simply an illusion of her mind, a representation of her will. But she would not let her be drawn into this beautiful realm. Her bond to the Garden, to the place she entrusted herself, to the roses, to the wind, to the beasts. To all those things she let into herself, she couldn’t allow herself to be drawn away from it, to forget it. To forget what she loved, to forget what she chose.
But it was so beautiful…
But then it stopped. And she pushed herself away from Oren. She immediately collapsed her body trembling, her eyes dilated and filled with a look that could only described as WRONG. But she had a smile, an odd and distorted smile, she couldn’t stop. She… she needed it again, she wanted it again… beautiful
But what was left of her functioning rationality caught up with her mind, smashing against her mind like a fright train. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
It. Was. WRONG!
And so she did the only thing she could, she called to the Garden. And in her hands, in a barely noticeable pale green glow, a single violet berry appeared. And like that she shoved it into her mouth and swallowed, before Oren could react.
Immediately warmth filled her body. Calm. She felt its protection weaving itself though her form, guarding, shielding… correcting. Yes, that’s what it was doing. It was correcting what was wrong, correcting her, freeing her from the beautiful, no wrong, wrong.
It was wrong. She had to remember it was wrong
Yes, it was wrong. It was a lie. A dream. Slowing her eyes returned to normal and her smile faded. And with it the trembling stopped.
Then she looked up at the Fae, glaring, “Never do that again.” She told it.