Henry enters the dream as an observer. He's once again clad in the finery of the Tudor period, and by now is becoming somewhat frustrated with the confining garments. Still, there's something to appreciate in this dream: the warmth of the sunlight.
Ah, so it's going to be one of those dreams, is it? Henry makes an elegant leg, aided in his movements by the cut of his sixteenth-century garments as they allow few options in physical mannerisms by comparison to modern clothing. "Henry Fitzroy, Duke of Richmond and Somerset."
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It would be a lie to say that Robin hasn't been in this dream for a while, enjoying the scenery- because Zeus, it's an enjoyable kind of scenery, of a grandiloquence he hasn't seen in centuries back where he comes from. Glass and twisted steel, as nice as they are, don't compare to the color and vibrant realism of this place.
How could it exist. Only in this woman's dreams?
She being the second part of the scenery, and Robin has been watching from some distance with very specific thoughts in mind, the kind that only increase as he spots the redhead in an equally short skirt.
Oh, he deserved this dream, after all the trauma he's been through tonight. He thinks he'll camp out here as long as possible.
They were about to eat. The girl and the boy serve the food and the pour the fine wine in their goblets. Süleyman sits always in the shade of a China Rose tree in full bloom. Shahrazad and her companion on the other extreme, their fingers still laced together.
With her free hand, Shahrazad reaches for a rosebud, plucking it and tenderly tucking it on the red hair of her friend. She hasn't been this happy since her Awakening and the sun loved her no more.
"I prefer red tea," she asks to the oldest man who serves her, trading her wine for the tea of the color of Esther's hair.
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"My Lady. Do we have another guest?"
Shahrazad looks over her shoulder, bewildered. She let go of Esther's hand and approaches him. "Hello?"
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Were those places in Albion?
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How could it exist. Only in this woman's dreams?
She being the second part of the scenery, and Robin has been watching from some distance with very specific thoughts in mind, the kind that only increase as he spots the redhead in an equally short skirt.
Oh, he deserved this dream, after all the trauma he's been through tonight. He thinks he'll camp out here as long as possible.
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With her free hand, Shahrazad reaches for a rosebud, plucking it and tenderly tucking it on the red hair of her friend. She hasn't been this happy since her Awakening and the sun loved her no more.
"I prefer red tea," she asks to the oldest man who serves her, trading her wine for the tea of the color of Esther's hair.
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