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[This...was very strange, as dreams went.
For one thing, more things actually made sense than not. There was a house, though not her own, a floor and doors that worked as expected, and so on. She didn't have her wings, but this was a dream; sometimes she didn't. It didn't trouble her much.
The house was full of odd things; she was upstairs, not down, and one of the rooms was shiny with tiles and little machines she didn't recognize, while other rooms had wooden floors or carpets. One had a funny box in the corner.
Flandre wanders about this strange structure for some time with a very curious expression. Until she opens one of the big doors.
...outside, was over there.
But...it couldn't be. The sun that hit her immediately despite her attempts to scuttle away didn't hurt in the slightest. It was...warm. Like it was inviting her outside.
...she ventures out, one foot in front of the other; cautious, as if something would bite her at any instant. She leaves the door open behind her, and soon forgot about the house entirely--her head craned up, staring at the sky with wide eyes.]
...blue.
[Her behavior changes little; Flandre can be found right in the front lawn, staring at the sky, kneeling on the grass to investigate these strange green things, flopped over to stare at the sky some more.]
For one thing, more things actually made sense than not. There was a house, though not her own, a floor and doors that worked as expected, and so on. She didn't have her wings, but this was a dream; sometimes she didn't. It didn't trouble her much.
The house was full of odd things; she was upstairs, not down, and one of the rooms was shiny with tiles and little machines she didn't recognize, while other rooms had wooden floors or carpets. One had a funny box in the corner.
Flandre wanders about this strange structure for some time with a very curious expression. Until she opens one of the big doors.
...outside, was over there.
But...it couldn't be. The sun that hit her immediately despite her attempts to scuttle away didn't hurt in the slightest. It was...warm. Like it was inviting her outside.
...she ventures out, one foot in front of the other; cautious, as if something would bite her at any instant. She leaves the door open behind her, and soon forgot about the house entirely--her head craned up, staring at the sky with wide eyes.]
...blue.
[Her behavior changes little; Flandre can be found right in the front lawn, staring at the sky, kneeling on the grass to investigate these strange green things, flopped over to stare at the sky some more.]