It had been a whimsical journey so far, a lot of curious insights shared between all parties involved as Faith's dreamscape had become a comfortable refuge for people all over Idalos, it seemed. Famula, though frozen in all her glory, watched as the story unfolded and approached a seeming end---starting with the departure of the Tunawa as they no doubt awakened wherever their physical body waited for them beyond Emea. Once the first inhabitant of the dreamscape had departed, the nigh on forgotten statue had started to move again. Though she didn't recover her live features, Famula vacated the spot she'd been occupying until now, turning to Faith and Kura with an eerie and cold smile, no doubt due to her features emerging through the wood (or rock) that formed her face being devoid of genuine life. Her lips parted with a crack and a creak, but where her voice should've carried to the two women... there was nothing.
Instead, the room around them briefly echoed with a woman's heavy breath, an exhale almost like a sigh... though it never touched their ears. Instead, it seemed the room itself had exhaled into their minds, briefly expanding outwards as the walls of the morgue stretched, the building's foundation howling almost as if in pain. A crack appeared in the northern wall, in view of Faith and Kura.
"That's right," the statue muttered hollowly, and out of nowhere. With a creaking (or grinding) sound, the Famula-shaped creation turned to face the rift that was forming in the wall of the morgue, slowly but surely taking shape and causing ripples in reality as they perceived it. It distorted their surroundings and struck their senses in waves, threatening to topple them out of their restful sleep and throw them back into Idalos---and yet, something beckoned from beyond the forming rift, and Famula seemed just as aware. "It's time to go."
With no acknowledgement of the two women present, Famula stepped towards the rift and reached out a hand to touch it.
Light crept through the crevice between the two wooden doors as it formed inside the wall, licking the floor enticingly and reaching towards Faith, rising the dist into wispy fingers to grasp onto her attire. The feeling was surreal as they dug into the cloth and tugged almost imperceptably, but the skirt of her dress still felt taut over her thigh as the light crept into it.
Famula turned.
"If you'd just come with me, please. We've things to discuss."
The smile had vanished from her face... and a statue she was no more. In the flesh like she'd been at the beginning of the story, Famula's aura flared to cast an ethereal red light throughout the room afore she turned once more, back turned to Faith and Kura, hand gingerly grasping the handle of one of the doors to push them open---though she and her light faded out of existence in a split second, leaving the two women to their thoughts, trapped still in their sleeping bodies with their minds swimming the dreamscape with no means of return... The door continued to beckon, creeping closer to them by the second. Someone, or something, was waiting for them.
Continued here:
For Those Who Serve (Faith, Kura Wolfsdotter)
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