once upon a dream
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream // I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam // And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem // But if I know you, I know what you'll do // You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
It's something out of a dream when Lucinda walks onto the moat. The strange black glass does end up holding her weight, but it feels as if she's traveling for miles. There is some kind of illusion at work for sure because it did not look so long before and the relic so far away. Perhaps the task is pointless now, but she's come too far to give up yet.
There is another following this path, but she does not engage with them. It's starting to feel a bit like a race and, while she doesn't want to foolishly rush herself, she is feeling more determined. Her eyes glance at the stranger off and on to keep close watch of what they're doing. If they managed to get to the relic first, Lucinda would be ready to make a move.
In a way the feeling was strange to her, but not out of character. She is starting to be consumed by the determination and greed the further she goes on this quest. The mare still does not know exactly what the relic has to offer her, but it's an item in high demand. She simply had to steal it, even if it was just to say that she did and come out on top. Maybe she'd come face to face with a god so she could laugh.
A flower grows where the relic sits- taller and taller until it blooms. The petals are ruby red and reminiscent of blood. They cover the path ahead and, somehow, the distance is cut between them.
She stands with the stranger in front of the path littered in the blood red petals. Lucinda glances at them, but they do not move. She doesn't bother asking what they're waiting for and continues forward. Once again, she keeps her staff close and her eyes focused on her surroundings. The relic still sits in front of her, glowing as if it were on fire.
Here she is- in between loss and victory.
(Lucinda chooses option 1)"Speaking."
There is another following this path, but she does not engage with them. It's starting to feel a bit like a race and, while she doesn't want to foolishly rush herself, she is feeling more determined. Her eyes glance at the stranger off and on to keep close watch of what they're doing. If they managed to get to the relic first, Lucinda would be ready to make a move.
In a way the feeling was strange to her, but not out of character. She is starting to be consumed by the determination and greed the further she goes on this quest. The mare still does not know exactly what the relic has to offer her, but it's an item in high demand. She simply had to steal it, even if it was just to say that she did and come out on top. Maybe she'd come face to face with a god so she could laugh.
A flower grows where the relic sits- taller and taller until it blooms. The petals are ruby red and reminiscent of blood. They cover the path ahead and, somehow, the distance is cut between them.
She stands with the stranger in front of the path littered in the blood red petals. Lucinda glances at them, but they do not move. She doesn't bother asking what they're waiting for and continues forward. Once again, she keeps her staff close and her eyes focused on her surroundings. The relic still sits in front of her, glowing as if it were on fire.
Here she is- in between loss and victory.
(Lucinda chooses option 1)
