Come into my parlour

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Unlike the Dream plot, Del's room does not slowly change, forcing her to relive the likely most pivotal moment of her very long life. It is, instead, simply her realm

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[zone_of_truth]

[this is one of the first rooms Sweets visits, once he realizes what's going on. The color and light makes him smile, and he slowly wanders his way in, glancing around with a curious interest.

Regardless, he's here as a friend, and makes a point to tread lightly]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Some parts of the room are sweet and soft, gentle as a butterfly in slowly swirling colours. Other areas are nit as nice, however. Clashing almost painfully together, and practically throbbing with the feel of it. And there's one very dark corner, that it's likely best no one try to traverse.]

[zone_of_truth]

[and Sweets ... will not poke at it. for now. instead he'll just wander his way around until he finds the inhabitant. He knows who the room belongs to, but he wants to see her all the same]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Del can be found sitting on her sundial in the middle of the room, tying knots in a string]

[zone_of_truth]

[wanders over when he spots her and smiles]

Hey.

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She looks up and smiles vaguely]

Hello~

[zone_of_truth]

Looks like you're having a good day.

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She smiles, and the pulsing seems bright and happy]

Yes. I think the mice are putting on a show~

[zone_of_truth]

Are mice good at shows?

[fishy_go_byebye]

Better than the elephants.

[zone_of_truth]

I see. Well, elephants are bigger. It's harder to make use of a space.

[fishy_go_byebye]

[A giggle, and she kicks her feet through the air some more]

What's yours?

[zone_of_truth]

Mine -- it's not as pretty as this. It's pretty simple, actually.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Really?

[She looks at him intently]

[zone_of_truth]

Yup. Part my office, part my apartment, back home.

[fishy_go_byebye]

The castle could make it anything.