sixth | dream

[gonnadieee]

[ There's sand as far as the eye can see, no signs of life anywhere, save for one. A much smaller Crona is seated on the sand, holding her knees against her chest, a stick sitting at her side. She's seated inside of a circle she's traced in the sand. ]

This is my zone, inside the line.

[ ooc; backdated to during the curse. See this chapter for

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[candlejacked]

[Appearing out of nowhere and tripping over your line :(]

[gonnadieeee]

. . . You entered . . .

[candlejacked]

[sob picking herself up and dusting sand off her clothes]

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!

[gonnadieeee]

This is my zone, s-so you should leave!

[clownsprout]

[Allen walks in, a little hflkdshfa because sand is everywherrre.]

[gonnadieeee]

S-stay out! This is my circle . . .

[clownsprout]

[Ah. A child...he smiles, and stands right outside the line.]

What's special about your circle?

[gonnadieeee]

. . . It belongs to me. I-I can be calm here.

[sitaronthewater]

And the next dream he enters- sand. A lot of sand! Hey, he wondered if that meant a beach! He sees a child and goes up- well, up to the circle, anyway. "Hey. Is this a beach?"

[gonnadieeee]

No! A-and stay out, this is my space!

[sitaronthewater]

"It's not? But there's all this sand around-" Well, drat. There went that idea. And what was the kid freaking out about? "Uh. Alright. Why don't you want me in that circle?"

[gonnadieeee]

. . . B-because it's mine.