123rd Vhalar, 717
Standing on the rocks as the winds whipped around her, Vega looked out at the docks on Scalvoris and she frowned. The ship was sailing away, having attacked the bay and the pirates had been defeated whilst the residents of the island had vanquished every baddie and everyone was alright. It had been a dream of a child, she thought, that she had woken up in. Probably quite young considering how stereotyped and non-threatening the pirates had been, but still, it was good that they were beaten and so she stood, on the beach next to the rocky cliffs and she watched as the boat, and the dream, sailed into the distance.
Vega turned around at the voice, a frown on her face. She was sure that she'd heard it. The young dreamwalker hadn't walked in Emea for a while; since Nella Creede had died, in fact. It wasn't something she wanted to or would do without Arlo or whilst he wasn't able to. So it might be that, a lack of practice which led to hearing voices, but Vega didn't think so. She'd woken up in the girl's dream and yet, though it all she'd had a sense of anticipation, of.. something.
"A'right, this is bloody stupid. Wot?" Vega had no need, wish, inclination or desire to beat about the bush. It was pointless, silly and frankly she wasn't good at anything except direct anyhow. Looking around, though, she couldn't see anything and yet she knew what she'd heard - she had heard someone, a distinctly female someone, calling her name. Her real name, she supposed.
"Oh, Aelig's 'airy nuts, yer my bloody familiar, aren't you?" Vega let out a sigh of frustration, irritation and downright annoyance at the thing. "Look, I understand that yer used to dealin' with Sev'ryn, an' all, an' I know wot they're like, but I'm not like that." Never, she thought with a smile, was a truer word spoke. The Sev'ryn had been calm, accepting, quietly spoken individuals who seemed to have serene down to a fine art. "Mostly, I'm a bad tempered cantankerous pain in the ass, an' I couldn't hey nonny nonny if you paid me." Vega still wasn't entirely sure what 'hey-nonny-nonny' meant exactly, but she was clear that it summed up the Sev'ryn. And then some. Equally, what she knew with absolute and hundred percent conviction was that it did not sum up her.
There was a tinge of amusement in the voice and Vega sighed. "No, no you don't. Evidently. If you did," Vega was quite clear about that, more than a little bit sure when she spoke, "then you wouldn't be doin' this mystical voice of wisdom from the depths of my subconscious or whatever crud this is." She shrugged and picked up a stone, then flung it out to sea, as she had flung a pebble into a stream some trials before. "I bloody 'ate that sort of showy rubbish an' frankly, if you're 'alf of my soul, 'ow come you're such a dweeb?"
The silence was telling and Vega chuckled. "Yeah, that's about wot I thought, you know."
"Eva"
"Eva"
"Look. Look for me"
"I know what you are like, Eva"
"....."