Kai: Sooo, next one is heere... +)
The seventh night
When Kathryn came to realize what was happening around her, she found herself sitting on some kind of a chair.
She tried to rewind her memory a little. It was made up of nonsense about ponies, rainbows and butterflies. She couldn't help but feel they were connected, in a somewhat disturbing fashion.
The girl sinked deeper into her chair and looked around.
It appeared to be a great hall, with marble walls and tall windows. She felt a weird cringing, poked at her memory and recalled the dream about dancing with the lady in blue.
The hall looked different. It was much lighter, with a couple of silvery candelabras hanging from the ceiling. And there was greenish-blue drapery around the windows.
And there was a lot of couples dancing. There were people near walls, and windows, out on the little balconies, sitting around tiny tables.
It took Kathryn some time to realize that everything she saw was tiny, carefully arranged in a hall so big your neck ached when you tried to look up.
The thought puzzled her somewhat. Why would her head hurt if she just threw it back to look up?
She stood up and looked around. Then she slowly and carefully descended a few steps that separated her chair and the dance floor.
People looked normal. In terms of size anyway - she couldn't make their features out. It was like they were drawn with strokes of watercolor, some places bleary, some places not, but uncertain, vague and slightly translucent. They looked at her, slightly bowed, and returned to whatever they've been doing.
She even tried to start some conversations. But it died after a couple of lines.
That's right, she thought vaguely, as she walked through a multitude of people. I'm not supposed to be doing this. I'm supposed to... supposed to...
What was it again?
Kathryn frowned and entered a garden. Not so much entered as found herself in one, actually, but it didn't bothered her.
There was a maze made of hedges. Hedges had violets growing on them, although she was vaguely aware that violets don't grow on bushes.
Oh well... it could be a low wall, she mused, stroking petals as she went deeper into the maze. With pots on it, or maybe there's soil inside, with several holes... from which violets grow. That sounds plausible.
She came to a clearing.
Then she blinked.
There was a tepee there, with a thin line of smoke coming out of it. Near the entrance, there was a shamanic drum laying on the grass, with two fox-like tails and what looked like paws. There was a string of fangs attached to it. She shuddered and walked into the tepee gingerly.
There was an old woman sitting there beside the fire, but what Kathryn noticed first was blue cactuses with tiny, green and clawed hands for spikes. The cactuses were growing on the wall.
The old woman, when Kathryn finally looked away from weird plants, was picking at little bones scattered in front of her. Her lips were constantly moving, as if she was talking with her mouth shut, and her eyes were only half-open.
Kathryn stood there, unsure if she should enter, and watched the woman. It was somewhat disturbing. It was somewhat scary. And at the same time, it felt like observing something ancient and great. Like forest... wait, why forest?.. Right, because of rich soil and roots you can grow in it...
The old woman assembled the bones, then sat for a while, rocking back and forth. Then, she opened her mouth and sang.
It wasn't a song with any actual lyrics, none that Kathryn could understand. It was more like a chant or spell, something with a... with a soul in it. And, in it's turn, it rocked your soul. The girl felt herself trembling.
The old woman sang, and bones began to take shape slowly. More and more, until what was laying there became some silvery animal.
A cat, Kathryn realized.
The chant ended, dying away naturally. The cat got up, shuddered and turned to face Kathryn. It took one glance at her, then scurried away past her.
She glanced at the woman, then turned around and ran after the cat.
The animal ran into the dancehall, an Kathryn followed shortly after. When she entered the hall, just as soon as she stepped on the marble flood, it all came to her like a waterfall. She realized she was supposed to search for someone. A certain lady. She had to find someone to dance with. Then, there was a time limit of midnight, rush and a feeling of urgency, some slipper...
She caught a glimpse of someone on the other end of the hall. If everyone else were drawn with watercolors, she was drawn with oils, in rich midnight blue and golds. That was her, the lady she was supposed to meet.
Kathryn began to ran, dodging people and making quick apologizes, but she already knew, with a cold feeling twisting her insides, that she won't make it.
The lady was still a few meters away, when the midnight struck.
And it was the end.
Kai: Well, I know - it's smal, yep. buuuuuut... the next one - and the last one for now - will be rather biiiig))) BTW - who can tell, that resemble this dream? =3 Thiiis dream is not so simple, oh no) there will be the answers... later. (not in the next chapter, no) hahaha) oh well)