<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/ember1_zpshxjhxljm.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name ::</strong>Ember Aodh<br/><strong>Location ::</strong>Dream land....annnnnd a field outside the school....^_^<br/><strong>House ::</strong>Gryffindor<br/><strong>Year/Titles ::</strong>6th Year / Quidditch Chaser<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong>Friday Sep 2, 1988, 11:45 a.m.<br/><strong>What ::</strong>waking up?<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>Rune<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Ember was flying. Free from the burden of pain and confusion; she had one objective, land in one piece. The dream was a recurring one, that fueled her obsession with broomless flight. The broom itself was easy for her to master, but she always felt off with it being in control of her ascension. The human world was full of gadgets and machines that were to help them progress through their menial existence, but why? As Ember believed they were all simply higher tier animals, with animalistic needs and drives, and the only thing that was holding back the human race was their own disbelief in their own inner strength. Most likely why witches and wizards were appearing to be a dying breed. Technology. Ember growled in her sleep. as a toaster oven floated past her and threatened to zap her with its stinging fangs. Rune had called them "electronics" and their fangs were actually where they received their power. The vile creatures tapped into lightning it self and ran with furious intent. She was of course referring to the fact that she had tangoed with a plug on more than one occasion and had always seemed to forget not to touch the metal.<br/><br/>She was reaching the end of the dream, so close to the glowing sphere of answers that she sought after every night in her sleep. All of those questions that occurred from her night terrors, and strange deja vu effects that had been occurring lately, she knew deep down...that she would find the answers at the end of her flight. Alas a gentle nudging brought her past the bring of unconsciousness, and her focus began to waiver. The reality of the dream faltered, and ripped around her like a portal and sucked her back along her course. Everytime she had to go backwards. Everytime she was awoken, her progress reset, and she felt yet another sliver of frustration slip into her.<br/><br/>Turning towards her disturbance, she opened one eye and looked towards the one she knew had to be Rune. No one else was crazy enough to bother her when she was sunbathing. Her hair was mussed with random pieces of grass and flowers from her slumber, but despite that she was ever pristine in her natural element. She was most beautiful when she was surrounded by nature. Up until a few months ago, she was unaware of the idea of beauty, never wondering if she were attractive to others, or if she were as the other women put it...."sexy". Whatever that meant. However, lately, she had bee a bit more...aware. She saw that some men looked at her with what her instinct told her was desire, and more and more she was learning how to use these biological propensities to her advantage.<br/><br/>Propping her head onto her hand, and resting her elbow in the soft mossy ground, she finally roused herself enough to address her best friend. If that is what humans called the one you tolerate the best.<br/><br/>"It had better be important, for you to wake me up...so what is it?" She let her curiosity get the best of her as she studied his face with her deep ocean eyes, and finally rose to her knees as she waited for him to explain himself. She reached out to her bag and retrieved her headphones, placing them around her neck, and raised her eyebrow at Rune, with what might be interpreted as a flirtatious smirk.<br/><br/><hr/>