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[lytii_intuition]

[ooc: So okay. Dream sequence post! If you want your pup to have a wacky dream sequence involving meeting Intuition, tag away! If you want more information about what the heck I'm talking about, ping at pythianhabenero!]

Intuition is dreaming.

For the first time since becoming human, she's dreaming as herself, properly abstract - drifting through

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[wearsredhelmet]

They were going east with Parker and Phoebe. Then there were lights and sounds. Now Bridgette is all alone, with no time to be sad or worried for people she can't find.

She stayed awake long enough to see her sister Marie fall asleep. She told herself she'd stay awake and watch her and chase the nightmares away.

She didn't.

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Bridgette is in her bed (she always gets the top bunk), with all her dolls next to her - even the ones she gave away last year to give the poor kids a happy Christmas, even the stuffed bunny she reluctantly donated to Marie when she was born.

"Bridge," Ariel says, and Bridge looks down to see her sister where she hadn't been before. "C'mere. We're going to look for treasure."

Ariel is beside her on the top bunk without having climbed the ladder. Bridgette obediently sits on her older sister's lap, though in real life she never would. A map is laid out by hands (Ariel's?) in front of them. On the map is a big X, gleaming red like blood.

"That's where the treasure is, Bridge. X marks the spot." Even in a dream, Bridge feels offended that Ariel thinks she needs to be told that.

"You have to remember the way, Bridge. It's really important. Follow the yellow line."

"I want sapphire slippers. Not ruby. Rubies are dumb." It's only then that Bridgette remembers the movie she knows that from. She opens her mouth to ask for a pet lion.

"Bridge," Ariel corrects, more gently than Ariel ever would. "Look at the map. Remember the way."

Bridgette sighs heavily and studies the map.

"Got it," she says eventually, looking around for Ariel.

Ariel is gone. Bridgette sits on her bed, alone except for her toys. The room is dark - she can't read the map anymore. It's time for bed.

Mommy would've put the nightlight on if Mommy were here.

[lytii_intuition]

Mommy isn't.

Nor is the nightlight.

What's there is a marble - a shining little marble, sitting on her bedspread.

It has the ocean in it.

[wearsredhelmet]

It's hard to feel sad for too long in a dream. (In these dreams. Not the nightmares.)

Bridgette leans over, eyes going wide as she looks into the marble. Her dream-self doesn't need to breathe - doesn't need to blink - so she doesn't.

[lytii_intuition]

On the ocean there's a ship.

On the ship there is a glint - a glimmer -

A rainbow, you might say.

When she looks up, the same rainbow is standing in her room, blinking at her.

[wearsredhelmet]

Bridgette's eyes are huge as dinner plates. She wants to have a thousand eyes, one to watch every colour.

She kneels on her pink, frilly bed, staring up at the rainbow with a slowly blooming smile.

[lytii_intuition]

The rainbow is a woman.

It's possible she always was.

Or not.

She stares back, happily. Bridgette's dreams are a delight. (This time.)

[wearsredhelmet]

"Rainbows are better when they're at night," Bridgette tells Intuition eagerly.

Because she's sure Intuition will get it. Why wouldn't she?

[lytii_intuition]

"They're unexpected," she agrees.

[wearsredhelmet]

"And pretty," Bridge adds sagely.

[lytii_intuition]

"Of course."

That, dear Bridge, was a given.

[wearsredhelmet]

Bridgette looks thoughtful. "If every cloud has a silver lining, how come rainbows don't? Silver's pretty." Pause. "Not as pretty as rainbow-pretty," she says, to be fair.

[lytii_intuition]

"Silver is pretty."

This is truth.

"Thank-you."

Inty smiles brightly.

[wearsredhelmet]

"You're welcome," Bridgette replies politely.

[lytii_intuition]

Bright grin.

"I am."

Dreams are a home to her. That's a truth.

[wearsredhelmet]

Bridgette opens her mouth.

Then closes it, pink spreading over her cheeks. She glances down, suddenly shy.

[lytii_intuition]

Inty waits, patiently, for Bridge to tell her what she already knows.