dream 002
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There's a scenic garden, decorated with festive cherry-blossoms on all four sides. Amidst the roses rests a small slab of pavement, hosting two benches, a small fountain, and two young children.
Standing on one of the benches is a young girl with dark black hair. She has her arms folded to her chest and is looking out upon the flowery garden, as if it was a Kingdom. Her eyes shine brightly in the midday sun, and the bottom of her dress kisses the base of the bench. Her gaze settles on the second person.
A young boy, with equally dark hair, is sitting in the middle of the cobble stone. A stick in hand and a soft blue-gaze to boot. The boy aimlessly pokes a few marbles across the cracks of the stone, bored and yet amused at the same time.
Yet they're ... ironically faceless. Vague expressions, vague everything, because in a world where only those with Roles have faces, common people don't have much of anything.
"You there!" the girl shouts in a loud, booming voice as her lips curl up into a smirk. "Look at us when we're speaking!"
The boy does not, and instead continues edging the marbles along.
"I said, faceless, look at your Queen when spoken to."
No response, and then a sigh. The young girl hops off the bench and stalks over, somehow having snagged a stick along the way. When she reaches her brother, she thwacks him upside the back of his head, one hand resting on her hip.
"Blood!"
He looks over his shoulder. "....Yes?"
"....Nevermind," she huffs, suddenly losing her desire to play Queen. "...Brother, you're always so boring," she murmurs, a small trace of a frown on her face before she lurks off and heads to the house.
[ Blood resumes his reading, not even bothered that the Dreamberry has now begun to broadcast his earlier dream. Oh well. It wasn't that important anyhow... ]