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[pointwoman]

Her dream is something like Venice, sprawling buildings connected by intricate bridges over glassy, clear waters, subconscious projections strolling around and floating about on it contentedly. It's a gorgeous day, sky bright blue and sunny, and there's even a light breeze threading its way through. It ruffles her hair lightly, though of course it

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[itspurecreation]

Ariadne, it seemed, could never resist dropping in when she found someone dreaming, it was a bad habit, and she might grow out of it eventually, but for right now it was just what she did.

She wandered slowly up from one end of the bridge, rather enjoying the breeze herself, nose wrinkling with a smile as it ruffled the wide brim of her straw hat, it was floppy and almost shapeless, but it suited her, really. She was wearing a dress too, a blocky, square-necked frock that somehow managed to make her look not as tiny as she really was, her usual satchel was bouncing against her hip as she moved, grinning when she saw the other woman, "I like it. Not interrupting anything important, am I?"