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Re: GD 109 - Isabella Greenway
Grace wasn't at all ready for this, and wasn't able to follow the sudden revelation and change of direction. As the lake begins to twist into the new darkened landscape, Grace stumbles back one foot slipping in bellow the water they had been standing on, now more like ink beginning to freeze over. She rapidly glances around the new world as she tries to understand. "I... lying?" She murmurs in confusion, finally beginning to grasp Isabella's reaction. "Oh no... no! Of course not!" She replies trying to get up and fumbling forward on the strange terrain again, finding herself just in front of a growing bed of spikes. She looks back up to Isabella, "It's just that I thought... I didn't mean to... If I knew you were, I wouldn't have..." she desperately tries to explain, unable to think to put together a sentence, and resorting to, "I'm sorry!" as she reached out a hand and continued trying to find a way past the growing claws.
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"Oh my..." Monday says to herself, lifting her head a little again to watch with new interest. "There has been a misunderstanding. She's so delicate, and the other is too lost to fix things." She replies, in the barest of an answer, still seeming to be talking more to herself than the demons. "They're stirring, and pulling apart. This will be over soon..." The visitor continues, her strangely deep purple eyes gazing out over the scene, as she sits up and hugs her own arms. Her expression slightly trance like.
'The poor things are so confused. Yet have also become aware of the dream. I can't suppress this. Perhaps I could have been more careful. But it's so delicious...'
Grace wasn't at all ready for this, and wasn't able to follow the sudden revelation and change of direction. As the lake begins to twist into the new darkened landscape, Grace stumbles back one foot slipping in bellow the water they had been standing on, now more like ink beginning to freeze over. She rapidly glances around the new world as she tries to understand. "I... lying?" She murmurs in confusion, finally beginning to grasp Isabella's reaction. "Oh no... no! Of course not!" She replies trying to get up and fumbling forward on the strange terrain again, finding herself just in front of a growing bed of spikes. She looks back up to Isabella, "It's just that I thought... I didn't mean to... If I knew you were, I wouldn't have..." she desperately tries to explain, unable to think to put together a sentence, and resorting to, "I'm sorry!" as she reached out a hand and continued trying to find a way past the growing claws.
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"Oh my..." Monday says to herself, lifting her head a little again to watch with new interest. "There has been a misunderstanding. She's so delicate, and the other is too lost to fix things." She replies, in the barest of an answer, still seeming to be talking more to herself than the demons. "They're stirring, and pulling apart. This will be over soon..." The visitor continues, her strangely deep purple eyes gazing out over the scene, as she sits up and hugs her own arms. Her expression slightly trance like.
'The poor things are so confused. Yet have also become aware of the dream. I can't suppress this. Perhaps I could have been more careful. But it's so delicious...'