Pallavi looked to Lycia as she explained why it was she seemed to be struggling with creating things within the dream. Unlike the other other dreams she had adventured in previously, Lycia's dream was world created with purpose and seems to be its own little realm of its own. It seemed that Lycia had some special power in this place.
"Oh, okey. Thats reasonable... I am but a guest here afterall." commented Pallavi, glancing out over to the horizon until Lycia inquired further on her parents "H-huh? my parents? Uhh... well..."
Pallavi was surprised that she had shown interest in her parents. As she wondered what to talk about, she looked between the two stone faces, as if looking to them for permission, before finally opening up about them.
"Ummm... okey... well my dad... he came from this place called England but never really lived there. He had... hazel eyes and his skin... his skin like the color of toast bread. He was pretty hairy man, with fuzz on his arms, legs, and chest. Everywhere except the top of head. But you would never know that because he was always wearing a beret on his head. He was always proud this big burly black mustache, made sure to keep it groomed and curled. Mom always loved his mustache... I always thought it kind of trickled when he used to kiss me on forehead when he would tuck me to bed. He was... tall like... this tall" Pallavi then brings her hand to about 6 feet to describe his size. "And he had really big muscles. Sort of looked like as if would work in blacksmith really. But for how scary and stern he would seem... he was always kind and gentle. I feel like he has seen a lot but... never really like talks about it."
As Pallavi talked about her dad, she recalled her father, she can't help but shed a tear at the awful thought of watching her dad have to leave her a alone in that forest. As she flicked the tear away, it floated there as if suspended in space. But instead of draw attention to it, she moved on to talk about her mom.
"My mom... she was naga and... used to live in the wilds of India I think was the place. She... well looks a lot like me actually. Her nose was more defined than mine and her eyes more narrow and had deeper brown color to them. She liked wearing purple silks and garments... purple was her favorite color. Oh and her tail! It was long and had patterns like reticulated python but a more greenish hue to them! She also wore a lot of bangles on her arms too. I used to play with them when when I was younger and she used to sit me on her lap. She even said that one day when I was old enough we could go and get my-" there was pause, then a sigh "-she... she was the nicest person. She always supported me and was there whenever I was sad. I should have went to her when I needed her most..."
Remembering where she was, she looked to Lycia trying to hide her inner sadness away. She really didn't want to put Lycia in dour mood just because of her.
"Oh... goodness... sorry... I think I talked about my parents long enough. Perhaps... we could... do other things? You... wanted to jump in those pillows earlier yes?"
"Oh, okey. Thats reasonable... I am but a guest here afterall." commented Pallavi, glancing out over to the horizon until Lycia inquired further on her parents "H-huh? my parents? Uhh... well..."
Pallavi was surprised that she had shown interest in her parents. As she wondered what to talk about, she looked between the two stone faces, as if looking to them for permission, before finally opening up about them.
"Ummm... okey... well my dad... he came from this place called England but never really lived there. He had... hazel eyes and his skin... his skin like the color of toast bread. He was pretty hairy man, with fuzz on his arms, legs, and chest. Everywhere except the top of head. But you would never know that because he was always wearing a beret on his head. He was always proud this big burly black mustache, made sure to keep it groomed and curled. Mom always loved his mustache... I always thought it kind of trickled when he used to kiss me on forehead when he would tuck me to bed. He was... tall like... this tall" Pallavi then brings her hand to about 6 feet to describe his size. "And he had really big muscles. Sort of looked like as if would work in blacksmith really. But for how scary and stern he would seem... he was always kind and gentle. I feel like he has seen a lot but... never really like talks about it."
As Pallavi talked about her dad, she recalled her father, she can't help but shed a tear at the awful thought of watching her dad have to leave her a alone in that forest. As she flicked the tear away, it floated there as if suspended in space. But instead of draw attention to it, she moved on to talk about her mom.
"My mom... she was naga and... used to live in the wilds of India I think was the place. She... well looks a lot like me actually. Her nose was more defined than mine and her eyes more narrow and had deeper brown color to them. She liked wearing purple silks and garments... purple was her favorite color. Oh and her tail! It was long and had patterns like reticulated python but a more greenish hue to them! She also wore a lot of bangles on her arms too. I used to play with them when when I was younger and she used to sit me on her lap. She even said that one day when I was old enough we could go and get my-" there was pause, then a sigh "-she... she was the nicest person. She always supported me and was there whenever I was sad. I should have went to her when I needed her most..."
Remembering where she was, she looked to Lycia trying to hide her inner sadness away. She really didn't want to put Lycia in dour mood just because of her.
"Oh... goodness... sorry... I think I talked about my parents long enough. Perhaps... we could... do other things? You... wanted to jump in those pillows earlier yes?"