Meiryu knew that she needed to not have these anymore. The nightmares had gotten a little out of hand. They did not happen every night which was a blessing in itself; however the main issue came on the nights they did come. Perhaps once or twice a week she would wake up and never be able to go back to sleep. It made it rather difficult to form a sleep schedule which she was desperate to have since she was now an academy member. The thing was is the dreams sometimes made plenty of sense and other times they were just so randomly vile that nothing made much sense. The nightmares had defiantly been getting worse since her Encounter with Ryuujin; correction Nara-Goddamn-Ryuujin.
His presence and feel had really rocked her core…the issue was that it had also felt so similar to a feeling long ago buried deep within her memory. While she thought it had something to do with that legend she also thought that made very little sense. Many of her demons always came as the standards you might expect but normally her dreams involved her eventually being saved by either her mother, father, or the Kage no Ryu…but ever since that encounter she would seek safety in the Kage no Ryu only to be tormented by it.
She shivered at that thought. While she had a dark hood and cloak, the weather was never very comfortable in Kumo. Add to the fact she was walking through the forest around eleven pm and you had the signs of cold and bitter weather to match the mood she was in. She always needed to go for a walk after one of these dreams; she just could not sit at home and wait out the anxiety. It ravaged at her insides and she felt like the dreams still clung to her…walking with her and stalking her. She was increasingly jumpy and of course she would scream at the stupidest things. So far no one had heard her but eventually someone might…though not many people traveled in this ancient forest, late at night, with the weather not being favorable.
She felt the cold seeping into the cloak and decided to cling it a little closer to her body. Her red school outfit should not have been what she grabbed for under it. She had no idea why she even liked skirts…she knew it was because she wanted to be cute and attractive but to be fair…once everyone knew how bad she was at being a shinobi, that thought would be gone in a heartbeat. She leaned her back on a tree to rest. She was tired and looked ragged. She did not particularly want to fall asleep here nor was it safe. She just wanted to rest her back and legs. Before that, she grabbed rocks and moved some grass and dirt and then set up a small campfire using a match. She wished she had the talent for fire jutsu but so far she had not had a talent for any jutsu.
Once the fire got going the heat from it certainly helped the night, she thanked Raiden or whoever was the deity of weather for it not having any precipitation. Rubbing her hand and holding it up to the fire she felt a little better about her situation. She smiled, loving the feel of fire and the look of fire. Always struggling to hold onto its form and strength but never quite able to become solid and sturdy. Someday Mei hoped she would not relate to a small weak campfire…but today was not a time for that. She clung to be like this fire…and to keep the shadows and the nightmares away. At least for a little while.
His presence and feel had really rocked her core…the issue was that it had also felt so similar to a feeling long ago buried deep within her memory. While she thought it had something to do with that legend she also thought that made very little sense. Many of her demons always came as the standards you might expect but normally her dreams involved her eventually being saved by either her mother, father, or the Kage no Ryu…but ever since that encounter she would seek safety in the Kage no Ryu only to be tormented by it.
She shivered at that thought. While she had a dark hood and cloak, the weather was never very comfortable in Kumo. Add to the fact she was walking through the forest around eleven pm and you had the signs of cold and bitter weather to match the mood she was in. She always needed to go for a walk after one of these dreams; she just could not sit at home and wait out the anxiety. It ravaged at her insides and she felt like the dreams still clung to her…walking with her and stalking her. She was increasingly jumpy and of course she would scream at the stupidest things. So far no one had heard her but eventually someone might…though not many people traveled in this ancient forest, late at night, with the weather not being favorable.
She felt the cold seeping into the cloak and decided to cling it a little closer to her body. Her red school outfit should not have been what she grabbed for under it. She had no idea why she even liked skirts…she knew it was because she wanted to be cute and attractive but to be fair…once everyone knew how bad she was at being a shinobi, that thought would be gone in a heartbeat. She leaned her back on a tree to rest. She was tired and looked ragged. She did not particularly want to fall asleep here nor was it safe. She just wanted to rest her back and legs. Before that, she grabbed rocks and moved some grass and dirt and then set up a small campfire using a match. She wished she had the talent for fire jutsu but so far she had not had a talent for any jutsu.
Once the fire got going the heat from it certainly helped the night, she thanked Raiden or whoever was the deity of weather for it not having any precipitation. Rubbing her hand and holding it up to the fire she felt a little better about her situation. She smiled, loving the feel of fire and the look of fire. Always struggling to hold onto its form and strength but never quite able to become solid and sturdy. Someday Mei hoped she would not relate to a small weak campfire…but today was not a time for that. She clung to be like this fire…and to keep the shadows and the nightmares away. At least for a little while.