Current Date: April 25, 2058
Character: Cedrik Kashka
Race: Dragon – Reikaru
Age: 72, physically about 24
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
I think I’ve recently met my biological mother. I know that it was a dream. I know that it was my mind that made it all up, but just the same, I feel as though I’ve met the woman who gave up her essence to bring me forth and I feel… cheated.
Rightfully so, I don’t know if the way my mind has put together the image of her in any way truly did make sense. All I have to base myself on is what Ceries has told me of Renah, and it was a long time ago. After I devoured my way through what little there was to read on our species, I think I ended up just sort of putting things aside, in a way. I knew what there was to know—of the knowledge that had been put into writing—and that was mostly it. At the point during which I learned of my species and the rest, the world was still alive and well, but Ceries seemed unwilling to tell me the potential location of where they had last been.
He told me that even if he did tell me that location, the group in itself did tend to move somewhat from one spot to another, usually within a certain distance of their original starting point but still. That it had been long enough since he and Renah—and Hatsuo—had left that it would be impossible to pinpoint their proper location and that, somehow, he didn’t know that they would be very welcoming of strangers, even if the blood in these strangers was their own if you would.
So, I learned to let it go.
A few nights back, however, I found myself dreaming of Renah. I’ve seen a small handful of photos; it’s all there was. It seems as though neither Ceries nor Renah—nor Hatsuo, as far as I’m aware—were much for taking photos and Ceries and Renah were just so young and still so fresh away from the so-called nest that photos just weren’t common, I guess.
Still, I’d had enough in the photos I’d seen of her—even so long ago—that my mind, in its dream state, was able to bring forth this visualization. I don’t know if the voice she spoke to me with was her voice. There is no recording of that and no true means for me to try and imitate her to ask Ceries about it. I don’t know that I would manage that very well as is. I do know that her voice, in my dream, was somewhat higher pitched than I think I might have imagined it being, at one point. It’s been so long since I gave this any thought.
In the dreams, she was oddly snarky. I know that Ceries has told me a few times that Renah was fairly quiet—they all were, it seemed—if playful at times, but he never mentioned snark as being one of her marking traits, so again, I have no real idea as to why my mind went down the pathway it did.
In some way, I feel as though I wanted to believe that she would be gentle and kind to me, at least in the dream. Mothers—most of the time—at meant to be, well, mothering, right? Not so much. She seemed cold and calculating when it wasn’t the snarky attitude taking centre stage. I really don’t know what happened earlier in that dream that led to this dream.
To keep it short, I feel as though she had no desire whatsoever to be in my presence. That I was a bother to her; that there were a lot of things she wanted to do—a lot of things she would have done—but I got in the way. Those are words she spoke to me in the dreams; words that make little sense when I remember how Ceries actually tried to dissuade her to give up her essence to bring me forth. She was ready and willing to make that sacrifice and in no way, of the few times he told me the story, did he make it seem as though it was a burden to her, and she was doing it out of necessity.
So, I don’t know what to make of that dream. Yes, my mind made up a figure that resembled the young woman—the teenager, since she wasn’t even eighteen—who gave herself up so I could be alive. But that is about the only point that makes any sense. Her attitude didn’t make any sense when I think about how she was always spoken of, her behaviour, her voice, nothing but the image seemed to be of her, and I guess that this is possibly why I feel cheated.
Not that there’s much I can do about it.