[The dream they find themselves in is one of Aelwyn's. It's a house - large, two stories it looks like, with a Fallinese flag in front of it. It's burning, smoke and flames lick up the side of the house but Aelwyn remains seated. There's food in front of her and her alone, a stack of food burnt black from Aelwyn's rejection of it. For the first time since she's arrived here, she feels in control.
She raises her arm, glad to finally have access to her magic - her real magic, and she summons a translucent hand the size of a small car that attempts to grab hold of Ava, and to prevent her from escaping the dream.]
Let's chat.
[Without a word, the chair opposite hers pulls out. The one that would belong to her little sister. Her usual prey when she's at this table, aware that it's a cage match. She smiles and her pupils narrow into slits, a twisted fondness in her expression that doesn't reach the ferocious hunger for pain in her eyes.]
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[The dream they find themselves in is one of Aelwyn's. It's a house - large, two stories it looks like, with a Fallinese flag in front of it. It's burning, smoke and flames lick up the side of the house but Aelwyn remains seated. There's food in front of her and her alone, a stack of food burnt black from Aelwyn's rejection of it. For the first time since she's arrived here, she feels in control.
She raises her arm, glad to finally have access to her magic - her real magic, and she summons a translucent hand the size of a small car that attempts to grab hold of Ava, and to prevent her from escaping the dream.]
Let's chat.
[Without a word, the chair opposite hers pulls out. The one that would belong to her little sister. Her usual prey when she's at this table, aware that it's a cage match. She smiles and her pupils narrow into slits, a twisted fondness in her expression that doesn't reach the ferocious hunger for pain in her eyes.]