☼ four; video.
[At first, there is only a tranquil, quiet scene being broadcast. Flowers bobbing gently in the wind, a butterfly floating on the breeze, nothing out of the ordinary. Then a voice is heard, high and sudden. It will be familiar to some, vaguely Australian and somewhere between excited and confused.] Ah, oh! It was real?
[A face comes into view, all bright green eyes and pink-orange hair. Vanille has returned. She peers closely at the mirror for several moments, then leans back a bit, smiling wide.] Hello! Does anyone remember me? I'm Vanille! I was here before, but then... [She furrows her brow a bit, and looks off to the side, as though something has just occurred to her. When she turns back to the Vine, she's noticeably less enthusiastic, and those inclined to such things might catch a hint of melancholy. Regardless, though, she's still smiling.] I thought this place was a dream.
[She shrugs, and clasps her hands together below her chin, rocking back and forth on her heels.] Are my friends still here? [A beat, and some of the excitement comes back.] Oh, and my house!
[A face comes into view, all bright green eyes and pink-orange hair. Vanille has returned. She peers closely at the mirror for several moments, then leans back a bit, smiling wide.] Hello! Does anyone remember me? I'm Vanille! I was here before, but then... [She furrows her brow a bit, and looks off to the side, as though something has just occurred to her. When she turns back to the Vine, she's noticeably less enthusiastic, and those inclined to such things might catch a hint of melancholy. Regardless, though, she's still smiling.] I thought this place was a dream.
[She shrugs, and clasps her hands together below her chin, rocking back and forth on her heels.] Are my friends still here? [A beat, and some of the excitement comes back.] Oh, and my house!