Faces both familiar and not flashed through the mind of an unconscious child. A red fire-rat haori was achingly familiar, the giddy laugh of a Kitsune child as he teased the golden eyed boy in said haori. Her mind didn't understand but her heart throbbed for those two faces, pined for them something fierce.
The gentle cadence of another woman as they sank into the warm waters of a spring; the kind of quiet companionship she could never have with the boy she thought she loved. This was the woman she relied on, trusted, loved as the very sibling left behind in a time as unfamiliar as the one in her dreams. But just as the woman was kind and gentle, the ferocity of her battle stance, of the strength that rang through every muscle, echoed just as true, just as real.
Last was the jingle of metal against metal and the smooth, persuasively seductive tones of a handsome young man. A man who hid behind sexual advances and not-so-innocent humor; an innocent man with a curse passed down again and again.
Something bright and pink and pure flashed in her mind, gone as quickly as it had come. It was an innocent dream, nothing more, nothing less. The people with the faces familiar and not, they would fade into the back of her mind, completely forgotten. She would go about her life and like most children, forget the dream had ever been dreamt, forget the faces both familiar and not. As if they had never existed and she would never meet them.
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