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Published: 2014-10-29 19:52:52 +0000 UTC; Views: 2084; Favourites: 21; Downloads: 9
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Rover likes to talk, it really is one of his favorite pastimes, so I figured I'd give him a chance. Β Any questions you have he'll be happy to answer them...although, I can't promise he will do so entirely honestly. Β>>>Please, no swearing<<<
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Rover hit the pillow and fell asleep instantly, quite content that they had rescued someone that day.Β Β
Flyspur was doing similar research, trying to find any mention of Amaril's species, or any mention of people that looked like him.Β He sent a few messages to species who might know something.
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The most unsettling part of entering a lucid dream was feeling the body go into sleep paralysis while the mind was still awake. There was nothing to do but lie there while struggling to keep calm. At last, Amaril's phosphenes, the glittering sparkles and nebulous shapes one sees behind closed eyes, solidified into a kaleidoscope tunnel that he hurtled through like a comet. Amaril emerged above a meadow in his home world. He alighted on one of the giant crystals and scanned for other dreamers.
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Rover was asleep as were Nik and Kit and Trigger.Β Β
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"Is anyone out there?" Amaril shouted as he had done every night for the last fifty years. He waited for an answer.
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Rover looked up and whistled.Β "Well, you weren't kiddn' were ya?"
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"Not one bit!" Amaril called down to the human, "As long as you know you are dreaming, anything can happen! See if you can fly up here!"
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"You're joshin' me!"Β He hollared, but tried anyway, imagining himself floating off the ground.
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"Sometimes it helps for beginners to use swimming motions!"
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Rover gave that a try and in moments he was lifting off the ground.Β "Hey!Β Don't that beat all!
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"It is strange to think that all this is in our squishy, little brains," Amaril chuckled, "Come on, you are almost there!"
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Rover stumbled a little as he landed beside Amaril, laughing in pure delight.Β "If this just ain't the best thing!Β You do this all the time?"
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"Yes, but it used to be much more fun with friends around. Sure, I could conjure up dream images of people, but they just are not the same as real ones. No creativity or spontaneity. I will race you to that crystal over there!" Amaril zipped off like a rocket.
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"HEY!Β Give a man warnin!"Β He leaped up and shot after him.Β The man had quite the imagination and it didn' ttake him long to get a firm grasp of the idea.
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"Watch out for the sand sharks!" warned the Reem. The sharp-toothed beasts breached from the ground, snapping at the racers as they sped by.
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Rover let out an alarmed yelp and shot straight up, in that moment his subconscious flipping out as it remembered being dragged under the sand.
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Amaril heard Rover's cry and u-turned. Did he forget he was dreaming? Amaril rushed to his side, clad in armor that looked like it was made of metallic, blue and green beetle shell. Using a similar looking sword, he slashed through a sand shark, from mouth to tail, as it launched itself at the human. The creature shattered into a glittery spray of phosphenes. "It is only a dream; you and I can defeat them with just a thought!" reminded Amaril.
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Rover chuckled, clearly embarassed but trying ot hide it.Β "Aw.Β i was just seein' how high I could go."
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"I will see you at the top, then!"
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"You got it!Β He said shooting straight up and sprouting wings.
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"Wow, you are getting good at this!" Amaril bolted after Rover, spreading his own wings that trailed sparkles in his wake.
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Rover turned to him, his eyes suddenly wide and excited. "You say we can do anything Here? Anything?"
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"Until we wake up, yes."
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Rover laughed. He closed his eyes and the landscape changed around them, the crystals morphed into red plateaus and rocky outcropping full of cactus and scrub brush.
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Amaril admired the landscape before he noticed he was now wearing a shirt and vest over a pair of jeans and cowboy boots. A beat up, brown cowboy hat topped his head and he had a bandana tied around his neck. "What is this place?" Amaril asked, "I like its desolate beauty."
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"This is Earth Amril! Always wanted to see it."
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"Hmm... There ain't as many oak trees as I remember. Ain't? That ain't a proper word! Rover, are you makin' me talk this way?"Β
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Rover burst out laughing and clapped his hands once in absolute delight.Β "There's some trees here an there.Β Look there, see?"Β There were little patches of forests surrounding streams and up ahead was a rustic western town.
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"Where are the castles? Are ya sure this is Earth? What happened to the li'l wattle 'n' daub villages?" It never occurred to Amaril that Earth was more than medieval England.
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(Funnily enough I just watched an info thing on what exactly wattle and daub was and how it was made.)Β Β
Rover frowned, remembering some kid in one of his westerns talking about castles and dragons and princesses.Β "You know, I don't know.Β I recon there just ain't any round the west."
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(I remember being surprised by how it was made. Those cute medieval houses never looked the same to me ever since.)
"Oh well, I reckon we oughtta take a mosey through town. I could wet my whistle a bit."
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(I know right. Heh. My first thought was 'hey thst looks easy!)
Rover practically giggled. He alit on the dirt road not far from the town.
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(I bet you could make wattle and daub dioramas for your action figures to explore.)
Amaril followed, trying not to get distracted by every prickly pear, saguaro, and sage bush in sight.
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I might just!Β Actually the next thing I want to make is a Jewish house, like the one in the Matthew reference picture.Β I think that would be a super fun personal study project)
Rover, on the other hand was grinning like an idiot at EVERYTHING.Β He could barely contain his excitement.Β Β
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(That would be a cool project!)
Amaril heard some piano music playing from one of the buildings. Like a sailor lured by a siren, the Reem just had to follow it.
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"That's the saloon!"Β Rover said excitedly, smacking Amaril on the back and hurrying forward as well.Β "Come on, kid!Β I'll buy ya a drink!"
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"There's no way I can pass that up!"
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Rover managed to tone down his stupid grin as he pushed open the double doors and his boots klunked on the wooden floor as he stepped into the room.
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Amaril was not far behind, looking every inch like a wide-eyed greenhorn. The patrons glanced up briefly from their drinks and card games to take a gander at the newcomers.Β
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Rover touched his hat and gave them a cocky wink before strolling over to the bar and slapping the counter with his metal hand.Β "Whisky for me an' my pal here."Β He said then whispered to Amril.Β "I always wanted to say that."
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(Wow.Β Yeah.Β That's perfect.)
Rover gave a little nod.Β 'Just strollin' into town.Β got any folks need some broncos bustin'?"
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"There's a whole heap o' fools that've snapped their necks tryin' to ride Tornado over at the Pine Hollow Ranch," the bartender replied as he slid over the drinks. He rested his arms on the bar so he could lean in closer, "They say he's the meanest varmint in the whole county; practic'ly a rattlesnake with four legs. Had to bury one of my cousins 'cause of him. If you ask me, they should just put a bullet between his eyes before someone else gets hurt."Β
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Rover took a swig of his whisky and looked at the glass appriciatively before replying.Β "Well, pardner, I'm powerful sorry about that cousin of yours.Β But let me tell ya somethin, I been ridin' real tornados so a little old horse aint got nothin on me."
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"Oh, don't worry about him," reassured the bartender, "He was quite the trouble maker anyway, especially after he started hangin' out with that Deuce fella and his gang."
Amaril sniffed his drink then scrunched his nose a little before swallowing. The smokey flavor made his face contort and the heat in his belly came as a surprise. "Woo! That nearly made mah hair grow back!" he exclaimed.
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Rover blinked at the mention of Deuce.Β "Yeah...that fellah is bad news all over the place!"
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"You can say that again! No stagecoach, train, or bank is safe ever since he blew into town. Another drink?" offered the bartender.
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"Yeah. I've had some run ins with him in.my time." He pushed his glass forward and dropped a few coins on the bar.
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Amaril turned around and leaned against the bar. A table of card players were whispering among themselves, looking up to give he and Rover the stink eye now and then. One of them got up and left in a hurry.
"Margarita, why don'tcha come over here and look after these boys awhile." The bartender waved over a dark-haired saloon girl, in purple, with spit curls along her rouged cheeks. She sashayed to the bar and sat right on it, between Rover and Amaril. "My, aren't you a couple of handsome fellas! Care for a song?"
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Rover looked up at her where she sat on the bar, watching her with curious admiration.Β He lifted his glass.Β "We'd be might honored to hear that voice of yours, darlin."Β He grinned over at Amaril.
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Amaril grinned back, his cheeks already blushing away. Margarita giggled coquettishly then swayed from side to side as she sang:
As I looked out of my doorway one eve, I spied a most pitiful sight.
A broken down cowpoke with tears in his eyes was mourning his old, dead wife.
A widow at least is respected. A gal of the night has her charms.
But a woman whose cowboy is riding has nothing but two empty arms.
If you ever wondered what your woman thinks when her cowboy's out on the trail,
I'll tell you true, as some of us do, I'd rather the grave or the jail!
A widow at least is respected. A gal of the night has her charms.
But a woman whose cowboy is riding has nothing but two empty arms.
Has nothing but two empty arms!
Has nothing but two empty arms!
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