#f1shbnes

[picie]

ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ. ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ, ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ.

From the garden, across another point in time, found Pixie and grew below her figure to make a bed for her, vines loosely ensnared as if those who remembered and missed her were holding her small hand. Although what managed to wake her had been the ever torment of another mind near catching glimpses of these... outlines of angry sketches of what seemed like people interrupting such enchantment. This was not her dream, but instead waking up in someone else's. Who... was this? Pixie, though a subconscious, walked with a simple lantern in this darkness, squinting in the light. There were... fragments of hollowed husks strung on strings, or... strands of hair, highlighted blue. Any normal person would be horrified from these visions, these mock up broken clay figures meant to represent someone, somebody loved. Not Pixie -- She wandered through until finding the source. And through that dark illusion stood she, in the reality in which the strands of blue hair belonged to, a tattoo'd girl ( @f1shbnes ) with such locks, having a nightmare. . .

Pixie said nothing, the look of sadness became apparent on her face. Only did she decide to leave her starbound lantern near them in hopes that the light would find a way to better the girl's slumber.

[legendaes]

@f1shbnes is laning with.... janna!

smog clung heavily to the air around, a burning to the throat to any with the misfortune of breathing it in. it obscured any line of sight, continuing to linger even after the cluster of enforcers clears out of the rundown building with a sense of defeat at the supposedly vacant space. a bird chirps. bright blue, small wings flap rapidly around and through the smoke, seemingly unbothered by the toxicity of it. as it flies in a few tight circles, miraculously, the vapors seem to follow - swirling, swirling, swirling, in a ridiculous and mesmerizing motion, something no little bird should have been able to produce. with a mighty gust of wind, the toxic air is pushed out to disperse in a less harmful concentration outside, allowing clean, fresh air to once more fill in the space.

the bird is gone. in its place, a slender woman with silver - blonde hair that defied gravity. her feet did not touch the ground. it smelled like rain.

"they will not return." there is a resounding fullness to the way the goddess speaks, chin tilting up as her gaze peered toward where jinx had successfully hidden up in the shadows away from the enforcer. she held the type of stare that could pierce through one's soul, yet there was an undeniable warmth to it. "you are safe now, child. it is okay to come down."