The moment Serena drifts into sleep after some tossing and turning (she ensured to do her multi-step beauty routine before doing so, of course. It gave extra comfort at a time like this among other things), she would soon find herself in the realm of her dreams. This time, lying on a cloudy lounge chair draped with blankets and lush cushions.
"I sense a troubled heart, mind and soul.." A familiar soft, silky-smooth and melodic voice flows in the air and into her ears. Prompting her to turn towards its source. A man draped in white, black and dark blue robes. Adorned in silver jewellery, eyes like an empty night sky- cold and detached at first- unless one dared dive into those depths to uncover the glimmer of genuine concern and care.
"Something grave has occurred that's shaken your core. Come Serena, before dawn rises with new challenges, let's use the night to.. unpack all that baggage." The ethereal man emitting a soothing divine aura invites her to the little tea session prepped in the blink of an eye.
Serena is no stranger to the Dream Realm. Her magic is infused with dreams, the very essence of her mana. She wakes calmly, though with more surprise at the man in front of her than anything else.
She carefully sits up, folding the blankets and setting them to the side. It may be the Dream Realm, but there’s no reason not to keep it tidy, and the small action lets her still-restless mind have some focus.
She offers a small nod—Celestino is one of the few professors she’s taken class with and respected fully, and thus she displays her full noble etiquette and upbringing. Thank goodness all her sleepwear is formal enough for little chat over tea. Even asleep, she always dresses well.
“Thank you, tea would be lovely.”
She takes a slow sip. Warm, sweet…like a hug. Dura knows she needs it right now.
“…I don’t know where to begin. It feels like today was a dream…..a nightmare……and this is reality. I wish it was.”
She takes another sip. Shuts her eyes. Swallows. Places her cup down before her emotions get the best of her.
“This isn’t supposed to happen! My life isn’t supposed to have horrible things like this…not here…isn’t there some kind of spell I can use to bring my dreams to life? I did to conjure the key for the first trial. I could make everything go back to my way, couldn’t I?”
Her question sounds a bit entitled, as usual. But her eyes looking up are uncharacteristically pleading, betraying that beneath all the glitter and pink and biting wit…she’s still a young lady learning how to grow up.
And right now—she’s terrified.
