Take a peek at The Empath's dreamscape... Ce N'etait Qu'un Reve



Dans un grand jardin enchante Tout a coup je me suis retrouvee Une harpe des violons jouaient Des anges au ciel me souriaient Le vent faisait chanter l'ete

(In a large enchanted garden Suddenly I found myself A harp and violins were playing Angels in the sky were smiling to me The wind was making sing the summer)

Je marchais d'un pas si leger Sur un tapis aux petales de roses Une colombe sur mon epaule Dans chaque main une hirondelle Des papillons couleurs pastel

(I was walking with a so light tread On a roses' petals carpet A dove on my shoulder A swallow in each hand Pastel colors butterflies)

Ce n'etait qu'un reve Ce n'etait qu'un reve Mais si beau qu'il etait vrai Comme un jour qui se leve Ce n'etait qu'un reve Un sourire sur mes levres Un sourire que j'ai garde Au-dela de mon reve

(It was only a dream It was only a dream But so beautiful that it was true Like a day which is rising It was only a dream A smile on my lips A smile that I have kept After my dream is over)

Le soleil et ses rayons d'or Les fleurs dansaient sur un meme accord Des chevaux blancs avec des ailes Semblaient vouloir toucher le ciel Vraiment j'etais au pays des fees

(The sun and it's golden rays Flowers were dancing at the same rhythm White horses with wings Were wanting to touch the sky I was truly in fairyland)

Ce n'etait qu'un reve Ce n'etait qu'un reve Mais si beau qu'il etait vrai Comme un jour qui se leve Ce n'etait qu'un reve Un sourire sur mes levres Un sourire que j'ai garde Au-dela de mon reve

(It was only a dream It was only a dream But so beautiful that it was true Like a day which is rising It was only a dream A smile on my lips A smile that I have kept After my dream is over)

Ce n'etait qu'un reve

(It was only a dream) — C?line Dion

Snippets to come...

Elessaria turned her attention from the meal she was setting out beneath the shade of a cluster of palm trees when the chorus of laughter rang above the song of the ocean's waves lapping at the sandy shore. She stopped her humming and smiled. The little boy with tousled curls, bleached blond by the sun's rays, caf" au lait skin also a gift from the sun and hazel eyes that mirrored his father's, but leaned more green, was darting in and out along the water's edge to collect even more shells to add to his ever expanding collection. Connar, tanned, relaxed and laughing while he helped and as the waves splashed the pair. She stopped her contented humming and watched for a few moments, breathing in deeply of the fresh breeze that had been slowly and steadily building. It teased the golden tendrils of her hair and fluttered the hem of her floral printed skirt while it heralded the arrival of a late afternoon storm. The diminutive elfess wondered if she should move their picnic indoors; however, since they all seemed to prefer the outdoors, she simply weighed down the corners of the large, brightly coloured blankets with some rocks from the toddler's other collection. Some of the stones were chosen for their unusual shapes, others for the way crystals sparkled from within, and the ones Eless had chosen, were ones that had been painted in rainbow hues by a chubby, enthusiastic, little hand.

The pair radiated happiness, although the little lad's was broadcast loud and clear due to his empathic gifts which he had yet to learn to shield very well. She shook her head and chuckled, returning to set the casual table. There were an assortment of succulent fruits, thinly sliced cured meats, fresh bread and a variety of cheeses to fill bellies that were hungry from a day of play. Hopefully, all the activity would wear him out and he'd fall asleep at a decent time. To finish the meal, there were delicate madeleines which they had baked together this morning, their delicate shapes a bit askew because the tiny hands were not yet skilled, but they would taste all the more delicious for the effort put into making them. As Eless placed her dainty hand to her brow and lifted her gaze to the sky to check on the clouds that were beginning to block out large swaths of blue, she was startled by a panicked yelp and quickly shifted her gaze to the shoreline while beginning to take a few hasty steps that way. Lyavain was a blur of white, stirred from his shady spot, and before she had traveled a couple yards, he was with father and son. Everyone moved faster than The Empath these days.

She clamped down on her concern, but bit hard on the inside of her cheek until she saw Connar deftly pluck the child, who coughed, laughed and spit out salt water with his treasured shells still clasped tightly in his hands. The waves had been growing steadily stronger and rougher as the storm built faster over the sea. One unexpected surge had caught the little, sturdy adventurer unaware when he had bent over to pick up another shell. Once Connar had set him securely on his own two little feet, he crowed triumphantly, "Papa, that was fun!" Eless groaned both audibly and wearily, shaking her head. "Go wash up," father instructed son while he attempted to hide his own grin, "it's time to eat." He added more quietly, "And before you make Maman faint or something." "I heard that!" She scolded and shook her head once more as the trio approached, trying to affect a stern demeanor and keep the corners of her lips from twitching and betraying her laughter. The toddler paused in his skipping to dump his pile of treasure by one corner of the blanket before he placed a small, sandy hand on the gentle swelling of his mother's abdomen. "Do not fret! Tout va bien!" he chirped confidently, then Lyavain padded forward to herd his charge inside to clean up.

Connar's hazel gaze met her eyes of blue flames as he slipped his strong arms about her. The flames danced brightly in the gaze she tilted up to his as she quipped, "He is just like?"

"his maman!" "his papa!"

They both retorted simultaneously with merry laughter. "He is fearless and dare I say, reckless at times?" She added softly with a sigh as she rested her cheek against his chest to hear his heart beat. "Like his mother." Connar teased. "And this one?" he added more gently as he tenderly placed a palm on her abdomen just like their son had done only moments earlier. "We can only hope she doth have a bit more restraint, n"est-ce pas?" The only thing the elfess knew for certain was she knew exactly what eyes this baby would have " eyes of blue flame, like her mother and her half-brother whom they had never met. When she lifted her gaze once more, he could easily read the concern that simmered amidst her expressive eyes. He always could and he wasn't even empathic. He cupped her cheek and placed a reassuring kiss to her forehead, "Du calme, cher. You should listen to our son. Tout va bien."

When she felt the warm wetness upon her cheeks, she wasn't sure if was her tears or the clouds finally releasing big, fat drops of rain.

———- ((This piece was inspired by Saturday night's play and this song: "Je Nous Veux" https://youtu.be/J7N6fseuI1g"list=PL7FB9F60BC3FAD833))