6 Tsubame chapter 2 A little bit of dream in reality

Tsubame

CHAPTER 2: A DREAM BIT IN REALITY

Tsubame awoke with a start of his dream as if the discharge of energy had really passed through his body. No,it was ridiculous. How could something so unlikely happen? Scientifically the probability of this happening ... She stopped thinking about it by looking at the time on her seven-and-a-half hour cell phone. The girl began to prepare for the Faculty and then remembered that it was Sunday, so she stayed in her pajamas and took her biology book.

While she was studying, she did not notice Silban studying every detail of her room in her dreamlike form. She also did not pay attention to the dragon-shaped mark on her neck.

A good hour passed thus leaving time for the dragon to visit the apartment and find it too small for him ... When suddenly a woman of small size but with an imposing presence spun in the room, it deconcentrated the student. She looked up from her syllabus and saw the young dragon with black hair as night. She blinked several times, but the vision was decidedly persistent. To check that she was not hallucinating, she turned to the little woman in the back. Of course, as usual, she had done all this almost simultaneously. She then approached the intruder:

"You're getting up soon for a Sunday, Mom.

"I can say the same thing about you. Tsubame

-Say - I see this ghost...

"What ghost?" replied Agatha, while staring at her daughter's neck with a worried look and casting a wrathful glance at Silban.

All this, of course, did not escape her daughter. She wondered what her neck might have. Her mother told her that breakfast was being served and then left mumbling a sentence that sounded like this:

"« Tir tat. Ne la prepari .Parui. Parui. ».

The ghost reacted to this tirade first with an eyebrow and then laughed, which made her mother 's bad mood worse. She told him that if she still saw him the next day or if she thought she had dreamed of him ...

Tsubame beckoned her that she understood. She then focused on the young, silver-eyed ghost. Oddly enough, he grimaced and uttered rather incomprehensible words.

« Tir tat.Ben bah. La ne compregu. La paragua tyla talla limgua. »Strangely she understood the continuation of the young man's tirade, which encouraged her to speak to him. Their conversation boiled down to this:

"Better. You understand me now, too. Your mother seems to think I'm guilty of our situation, which is completely wrong. Besides, I'm anything but a ghost. A dreamlike projection for now certainly but not a ghost. My name is ...

-Silban,I know. Cut it Tsubame.;my dream, you come out of my dream. Go back to it.

-Very kind. However, I could consider you a dream too. I will follow you until Palére wakes me up;

"Well, you're annoying..

-. And you're very cute and with a rowdy temper. But whatever you say, we're chained to fate. Look at your neck and mine and you'll understand... »

The girl was in misery but did not give in to curiosity. She continued to work valiantly. Unfortunately, hunger was felt, and her vain resistance vanished. She wanted to pass very quickly in front of the mirror, but a sharp pain on her neck forced her to look. Her reflection fixed her with her green eyes, her eyebrows, black in a circumflex accent. She passed her thin, muscular hands in her caramel-colored hair, and noticed that they were tangled. Finally, the multicolored dragon that stretched the front paws with a fierce and frustrated air appeared. Oddly enough her first thought was that he was beautiful almost royal, with his thin jaw, his high cheekbones, his pointed ears.

Then a sudden realization came to her: she did not remember this tattoo...

Strangely she understood the continuation of the young man's tirade, which encouraged her to speak to him. Their conversation boiled down to this:

"Better. You understand me now, too. Your mother seems to think I'm guilty of our situation, which is completely wrong. Besides, I'm anything but a ghost. A dreamlike projection for now to rigor but not a ghost. My name is ...

-Silban,I know. Cut it Tsubame.;my dream, you come out of my dream. Let's go back to it.

-Very kind. But you too could consider you a dream. I will follow you until Palére wakes me up;

"Well, you're drunk.

-. And you're very cute and with a hell of a temper. But whatever you say, we're chained to fate. Look at your neck and mine and you'll understand... »

The girl was in misery but did not give in to curiosity. She continued to work valiantly. Unfortunately, hunger was felt, and his vain resistance vanished. She wanted to pass very quickly in front of the mirror, but a sharp pain on her neck forced her to look. Her reflection fixed her with her green eyes, her eyebrows, black in a circumflex accent. She passed her thin, muscular hands in her caramel-colored hair, and noticed that they were tangled. Finally, the multicolored dragon that stretched the front paws with a fierce and frustrated air appeared. Oddly enough his first thought was that he was beautiful almost royal, with his thin jaw, his high cheekbones, his pointed ears.

Then a sudden realization came to her: she did not remember this tattoo...