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[there_were_none]

[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,

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[kinpika]

[YOU KNOW

Gil is okay with kids. Mostly because they all have some kind of potential. So yeah, he does take the time to stop over Flandre and peer down.

In her light.]

[there_were_none]

[...ohay, there's a shadow.

Flandre bobs her head from side to side a bit, as if locking onto a target, and--pounce!

As if she was after an imagined grasshopper.]

[kinpika]

[Whup, grabbing her by the scruff of the neck in mid-air.]

What are you doing, child?

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[there_were_none]

[Flandre squawks in a mostly undignified way.

She was definitely not expecting that.]

[hangedhourai]

*Why is Alice outside?

Well, apparently she just went grocery shopping because she's got tons of dolls carrying bags of food... But she halts at the sight of Flandre. Alice personally finds the girl to be nothing but trouble but she is important to Patchouli...*

... Flandre, right?

[there_were_none]

[Someone distracted Flandre's regard of the heavens by calling her name. Flandre blinks, peering around with a soft chittering noise--until she sees someone. A woman, with smaller...people, floating all around, carrying bags.]

Who are you?

[Strange voices often knew her name in dreams.]

[hangedhourai]

... You do not know me? Nevermind, it does not matter. I am Patchouli's friend.

[there_were_none]

[...more bewildered noise. She sort of...knew who Patchouli was. Her sister's friend. This was a...friend of that friend, okay.]

Should I?

[Flandre does not recall this particular dream thing.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ Meiling misses flying already, but walking isn't so bad. It's a nice day, too! She's wearing a simple skirt and blouse fitting of the era, in dark colors and with cute stripes. Her hair is tied as it always is and, something she is particularly proud of, she has her hat back! That golden star perched atop the green cap reflects the sunlight as she walks right on past that house.

Smiling, she gives a casual wave -- not really paying much attention to who she is waving at, but more of just a simple "hi! nice day, isn't it?" sort of wave, as she keeps on trucking past~ ]

[there_were_none]

[Flandre was quite focused on a dandelion, the yellow flower just peeking through the grass, when some movement distracted her. She looked up.

...it took a moment to match the figure with a name. She looked a bit different, but--]

Meiling?

[notsogreatwall]

[ Meiling stopped and spun around on her heel. She closed her eyes as she smiled. ] That's the name! Hong Meil---

Ah, Meiling Lebeau--

No no, that doesn't sound right. [ Consternation aside, she steps over and leans down to look at the little girl. ] My, that's strange, you look and sound an awful lot like--

[ A moment of recognition.

Then of shock. ]

M-m-m-iss--

[there_were_none]

[More confused noises. Yes, this was Meiling...maybe. She sounded the same, and had the same hat and kind of looked the same, though her dress was all different.

...but, then again. Her dreams sometimes did that.]

You are Meiling!

[She toddles over to the fence without hesitation.]

[enviousmath]

[Kyrie noticed the girl from inside and knew what was happening. And a small girl too. She sighs and puts on a smile, walking out of the house just as Flandre gets to the lawn.]

Are you alright?

[there_were_none]

The sky is blue.

[...yes, Flandre, I'm sure people noticed that.]

[enviousmath]

...Is it a different color where you are from?

[there_were_none]

It's all black and made of stone, because it's the basement.

[there_were_none]

[Flandre blinks, and turns around in place until she locates this voice.]

The sky is all funny.

[there_were_none]

It's blue, instead of being all black or painted or made of stones.