[Reira has been having the time of her life, these last few nights. Most often her own dreams have been wonderful and wild, with strange little cakes that talk back and blue dresses that look a little too much like the young girl on the cover of that book she'd read in the Athenaeum. 'Alice', they were called. It's a nice dress, in any case.
She's not wearing that dress, but she is wearing something more like what Tanyuu typically does- it's what happens when one wanders through someone's street festival dream and decides to fit in really.
Now that she's here though? She has no idea where this is. It's a strange place- lots of glass floors, lots of big concrete ledges that she sort of struggles to climb up and over, and she's pretty sure that there are clouds and also rooftops off to the side. It rather reminds her of something that would be in a field spell.
She wonders if she should ask her brother, before the 'rain' starts, and she starts sputtering amid lots of fur, and even more 'kisses'.] MpfHfhH!
KFhfhfHH-! [Whatever sounds she's making, are somewhere between a giggle and a cough, and maybe something else. It's hard to tell, but apparently even under a scattered layer of rock she's susceptible to dog tongues and tickles.] KghgHHaHAHHEH-!
[If she only knew whose head she was passing through.]
DREAMS OF KITTENS...PUPPIES...
She's not wearing that dress, but she is wearing something more like what Tanyuu typically does- it's what happens when one wanders through someone's street festival dream and decides to fit in really.
Now that she's here though? She has no idea where this is. It's a strange place- lots of glass floors, lots of big concrete ledges that she sort of struggles to climb up and over, and she's pretty sure that there are clouds and also rooftops off to the side. It rather reminds her of something that would be in a field spell.
She wonders if she should ask her brother, before the 'rain' starts, and she starts sputtering amid lots of fur, and even more 'kisses'.] MpfHfhH!
KFhfhfHH-! [Whatever sounds she's making, are somewhere between a giggle and a cough, and maybe something else. It's hard to tell, but apparently even under a scattered layer of rock she's susceptible to dog tongues and tickles.] KghgHHaHAHHEH-!
[If she only knew whose head she was passing through.]