Johnny uncurls slowly. He's dreamed himself (or the rift has dreamed him) into a forest, and not a very big one - he can hear gentle oceanic waves, smell salt on the breeze, all around him, close and yet very distant.
There is something warm and soft and familiar in his lap.
"Hi Johnny," says Novatiana quietly, peeking up at him, and he grins and scoops her up, holding her close.
"Missed you," he says.
"You're so embarrassing," she replies, and he laughs lightly and gets up. "Where are we this time?"
"Dunno, but it's nicer than the last forest." Peeking through some nearby trees lends him a glimpse of an oceanic horizon, so he steps out cautiously, picking his way through, until he's-
"Oh shit," he blurts. He's on a cliff. There is ocean, definitely, and he can see loads of other little islands dotting the water down, down, way down below. He peers out around him. Those ones are lower down. Small but practical. His is small and very fuckin high up.
"Nice," sighs Nova. "Now what?"
Johnny grunts, eases back into the woods. "Gonna find a way down, I guess."
"Ooh, yeah. Or your could fall to your death again." She squirms around, settling herself more comfortably in the crook of his elbow. "You could pray. If he's here, he'll be with Venia, they can fly you know."
"I know." He says this quietly, curtly. Nova lifts her head to look at him but doesn't say anything more for several moments.
"You're a little different," she says finally. "I can't figure out what it is, cause you've always been this stupid, but... something's different."
He nods slightly, though he doesn't answer. The way these dreams always work they probably won't be alone for long, prayer or no prayer. He doesn't want to be having this conversation when someone else pops up.
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There is something warm and soft and familiar in his lap.
"Hi Johnny," says Novatiana quietly, peeking up at him, and he grins and scoops her up, holding her close.
"Missed you," he says.
"You're so embarrassing," she replies, and he laughs lightly and gets up. "Where are we this time?"
"Dunno, but it's nicer than the last forest." Peeking through some nearby trees lends him a glimpse of an oceanic horizon, so he steps out cautiously, picking his way through, until he's-
"Oh shit," he blurts. He's on a cliff. There is ocean, definitely, and he can see loads of other little islands dotting the water down, down, way down below. He peers out around him. Those ones are lower down. Small but practical. His is small and very fuckin high up.
"Nice," sighs Nova. "Now what?"
Johnny grunts, eases back into the woods. "Gonna find a way down, I guess."
"Ooh, yeah. Or your could fall to your death again." She squirms around, settling herself more comfortably in the crook of his elbow. "You could pray. If he's here, he'll be with Venia, they can fly you know."
"I know." He says this quietly, curtly. Nova lifts her head to look at him but doesn't say anything more for several moments.
"You're a little different," she says finally. "I can't figure out what it is, cause you've always been this stupid, but... something's different."
He nods slightly, though he doesn't answer. The way these dreams always work they probably won't be alone for long, prayer or no prayer. He doesn't want to be having this conversation when someone else pops up.