[Closed, Mio/Lezard] The dreams...
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It was her sister. Mio was sure of it. And whatever this manor was, it was starting to look more and more like the buildings in the Lost Village.
Mio was dreaming of following her sister's butterfly deeper and deeper into the manor.
And it wasn't like she could stop dreaming about it: she was starting to sleep more and more, to the point that she was beginning to think that Lezard was right and it was not safe for Juan Pollo.
With him in hand, and with an obviously distressed look on her face, Mio headed to Lezard's room and knocked.
It was her sister. Mio was sure of it. And whatever this manor was, it was starting to look more and more like the buildings in the Lost Village.
Mio was dreaming of following her sister's butterfly deeper and deeper into the manor.
And it wasn't like she could stop dreaming about it: she was starting to sleep more and more, to the point that she was beginning to think that Lezard was right and it was not safe for Juan Pollo.
With him in hand, and with an obviously distressed look on her face, Mio headed to Lezard's room and knocked.