♕ 1 {Video}
[This is definitely...different. The Princess has never seen black ice before! Snow in Alamut is rare in itself, one usually has to trek high into the mountains to find the colder temperatures. But this weather...feels oppressive somehow, almost sinister.
Standing at the window of Dastan's cottage, she shivers, fiddling idly with the little charm bracelet which houses her DreamBerry. It flicks on, revealing her somber melancholy countenance.]
...such a strange place, this "Somarium". Every waking day I find a new oddity.
[A gentle - but rueful- chuckle.]
Although I suppose waking up at all is reason enough to give thanks. [All too familiar are her dreams of falling, falling forever into nothingness.] I wonder...is this our final fate? Are we resigned to dwell here until the end?
[Tamina places her hand on the glass, sliding her fingers through the condensation. Then she sighs, a deep forlorn sigh.] If only he would talk to me about it...perhaps it would be clearer for me... [She glances down at the window sill, then withdraws her hand as she once more gazes outside at the black landscape.]
I wonder...what will become of- [The recording flicks off as her fingers brush the buttons on the bracelet and the transmission ends.]
Standing at the window of Dastan's cottage, she shivers, fiddling idly with the little charm bracelet which houses her DreamBerry. It flicks on, revealing her somber melancholy countenance.]
...such a strange place, this "Somarium". Every waking day I find a new oddity.
[A gentle - but rueful- chuckle.]
Although I suppose waking up at all is reason enough to give thanks. [All too familiar are her dreams of falling, falling forever into nothingness.] I wonder...is this our final fate? Are we resigned to dwell here until the end?
[Tamina places her hand on the glass, sliding her fingers through the condensation. Then she sighs, a deep forlorn sigh.] If only he would talk to me about it...perhaps it would be clearer for me... [She glances down at the window sill, then withdraws her hand as she once more gazes outside at the black landscape.]
I wonder...what will become of- [The recording flicks off as her fingers brush the buttons on the bracelet and the transmission ends.]