What Do We Have Here...

[TaeaDawn]

The blackness came as a welcoming blanket, comforting and smoothing as the unseen world spread out beneath her. It was her world, her sanctuary, the only place to call home. Everything else in the world had to be shared, had to be shown and displayed, even her body, but in here she could truly be in her element. The Spider was at easy, waiting, watching with interest as tel'aran'rhiod revolved around her and she made her easy way into the web that would give her all that she ever wanted.

Darkness shifted to light and though it was the moon-kissed version of the waking world, Tarabon stood before her in all it's brilliance. She moved around the city she had come to know so well in life. It was nothing like the grandeur she had once known, but she and Duram did well enough here to keep them comfortable. Let the others bemoan the losses of the Ages. She would sit back and take what this time had to offer. What these people had to offer. And tonight she was simply looking for amusement.

She walked the streets and found herself stopping before a small manor house. She'd seen something there, something moving that caught her eye. She took a small step and was inside the house. A beautiful woman stood in one corner, a man spread out before her against the wall. It was an ordinary dreamer, unknowingly finding herself in the world of dreams and Moghedien pulled out to the woman, keeping her from leaving the dream like most would. She held her spirit there until she wanted to release it and she smiled from the dark pleasure of her power.

The woman didn't look up but it wasn't her face she cared about, but what she was doing. The man spread out before her was chained to the wall and his blood leaking from wounds too numerous to count. People dreamed of all sorts of things, but this wasn't a normal one and she wanted to know more about the woman who did it.

The woman hadn't noticed her yet and it was only when a name escaped her lips that their eyes met. "Be'lal."

Eden screamed in the back of her head, but Lillen knew better. Duram was safely in bed, tucked beside her and this man was nothing more than the substance of someone's dream. Someone who dreamed of torturing one of the Chosen. She didn't like the looks of it when she saw who it was and the prone body was suddenly healed and looked the way he was supposed to. Not the emaciated thin of someone long starved, or the pale sickly look of one who had lost too much blood over too much time, but the strong healthy body that had been wrapped around her earlier. Wrapped around Eden.

And why had she healed him in this place? The thought disgusted her and he was simply gone. The other woman looked up at her and sneered, but Lillen was not so easily swayed here. She smiled, though it was not the face she wore in the waking world. It was the face she had been born with. The face that she no longer had to hide here to avoid detection since her originally body had been destroyed. "So, you fancy a chance at Be'lal do you?" She asked, keeping her voice pleasant, even if she did have half her mind telling her to throttle the woman to death.

Lillen/Eden
Moghedien, the Spider