Reincarnated From Vanity

Chapter 16 • Dreamy Departure | Reincarnated From Vanity

Carriage that was on its way to the Royal Castell of Fluoria.
Isabella explained that the journey was about a 3 hour trip.
The path we took was a more round about way; encircling part of the city, through the grasslands and argicultural sector of the city.
It was said to be so as to not attract much attention,
and indeed experience traffic empart by the ongoing festival.

An inauguration, the news was that the crown prince was to be betrothed to a neighboring kingdom princess of Zentorfa.
I wasn't one to raise complaint, in fact I would agree that I would better enjoy atrip, passing a region I haven't been prior.

Zenith was the sun.
The sky's blue hue that felt overwhelming was fortunately spared by the few patches of ash grey.
The gust was pleasent, a comfortable contrast to the much blasted sun. All that I could gaze was grass and farms that seem to stretch indefinitely.
To most people, such views are of perfect indiction for a recreational joy outside.

I digress.

Perhaps I would agree had I still had been my former self.
But rather feeling zealous, as expected of any youth of same age, now I was hopelessly listless.

Perhaps because of my predeposition; a lingering reminder of my vampiric orgin.
The windows were generously let loose as to welcome the fresh air. I couldn't help but not restrain myself, resting my head on the window's brim.
The sunlight that would periodically shine one my forehead.
Then the well anticipated gust that followed. And again would the sun greet me.
On and on as a cyclic waltz.
All so this made me very tedious.
A journey that yet to end untill at least an hour or so.

Amy and Isebella that sat across me.
A pleasent conversation that emerge between us that last 20 minutes.
After the chattersome bout would I yawn relentlessly.
Attempts to keep face  were all but farce.
Usually around this hour, I would tend to the bearded axe, preparing dishes and for potential customers.

Memories of the bearded axe, past lives that I lived as Takashi Maeda.
All fleeting memories.
Relaxation...

It wasn't long after I left the two in silent slumber.
The temptation of a mere nap that grew irresistible.
My eyelids that felt ever so weighted.
Shallow breathes that began to settle.
Succumbing to drowsiness.
A pleasent decent unto darkness.
Into untold dreams and desires I set voyage upon.

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Aura become like a steep decent
The air was in a humid
Indeed warm, but slightly frigid in a obsucure sense
Like a cottage in a storm

Rain pouring down from the heavens
Rattling agaist both roof and walls
Sudden roars of thunder

Cracking of firewood
Sound of Earth rejoicings from her tears
Their appearance of deafening was latter mitigated
Background noice to what really concerning.

What I felt...
I was covered with a clothed garment, cotton I suppose

My eyes are open
Much things came to me
I later realise I was in the dream world.
Back to the old warehouse from long ago.

But something different, it was well furnished.
Mahogany wood?
The place was a tranformed in a a way far from prior.
It wasn't the Savage warehouse I had known about.

Comfy, I shook my head slowly side by side in order familiarize the surface.
A slight firm texture from my cheeks
A particular scent
It seems genuine leather, something I had familiar association with.

Sofa?

There's only one side, I suppose it where you place your back.
And behind that, where a distant and passionate discussion taking hold.
I was simply faced away from them.