Dream doesn't bother to look up from his work as the world blurred and stilled around the two of them. He was busy, and his work required his full attention.
That is until he heard Fundy softly whimper after falling backwards from the edge of the bridge. He stilled his hand movements and set his tools aside.
Briefly glancing at Fundy revealed that she's perfectly fine physically, and just a little bit shaken up from the sudden environment change. He scowled in slight confusion, as there really wasn't much to be afraid of here.
Here. Where is here, exactly?
Dream took in his surroundings with a deep breath, standing up from the floor to stretch his limbs up and out. The air smelled fresh and green, and a soft mist tickled his skin from the cascading falls splashing below.
L'manberg. Or, L'manhole, to be more exact.
They stood on the bridge overlooking the giant hole in the earth, the obsidian grid casting faded shadows beneath and on them. Leaves gently danced as they fell from the shrubbery decorating the grid.
After thoroughly stretching, Dream cautiously approached Fundy, plastering a soft smile to his face.
In the natural light, his features looked less foreboding. Soft, even. Blond hair caught the sunlight, and his eyes reflected a brilliant green rather than a dull gold.
"Hey, it's okay. You won't fall, and even if you did, I've got enderpearls."
He squatted down next to the fallen kit, hands resting on his knees.
Upon closer inspection, you can see that his nails are painted black that shimmers purple in the light. It'd been much too dark to discern before in the darkness of the prison.
After a moment of consideration, he offered Fundy his hand so that he could help her up.
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