warforged | Greens do it in your dreams. [OPEN TO ALL FLIGHTS]

Who: Rose and YOU!
What: Accidental Dreamwalking. (prose or action)
Where: IN YOUR DREAMS! Though Rose is physically in the Emerald Sanctum, hanging out near the hollowed out tree she's claimed as her own if a flightmate wants to bother her. Or ~~Sleeping Beauty~~ Ysera wants to reprimand her.
When: Throughout the first half of April very, very late at night.
Warnings: will update if the dreams get too weird.

Rose still hadn't adjusted herself to non-moroi timetables. To her, midnight was still mid-day thanks to the nocturnal lifestyle she'd lived practically most of her life. She was slowly working on transitioning, but it still had her awake at what most people thought were weird. Or they might if they didn't sleep for days on end like the green dragons.

It left Rose with a lot of free time in the Sanctum. She didn't like sitting about, but it was still marginally better than the jail cell she'd been in not too long before the demons had invaded her world. She wanted to get out there and destroy the demons so she could get back home. She really missed Lissa.

Getting out of the habit of slipping into her best friend's mind to comfort herself while separated from Lissa was hard to break. It wasn't as if she could go 'check up' on the Moroi princess anymore, but the act of relaxing and opening her mind up to the possibility was something that Rose automatically did when she was bored. Unfortunately, as a Dragonsworn of the Green Flight, that meant she accidentally found herself 'checking up' on people she had no bond with at all.

Ugh, Ysera had even told her about this eventually happening. Now, if only she knew who's dream she ended up in...

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"You do realize you're making no sense, right?" Rose crossed her arms. "And who's that?"

She jerked her thumb at the faces.

...Why does she need to make sense, though? It's a dream, she should automatically know.

"They are things from the past. It would be unwise to worry them with matters they cannot help with..." Amane does blink a bit before looking at the faces again. They're not angry- she hasn't seen him angry in ages. Not yet.

"Those... he is my father."

"Hmm." Rose turned to look at the closest one. "Is he a good father?"

"He is." She says that with no pausing to think. She means it.

Though... "He truly does want the best for the people." Amane's leaving it at that. Why doesn't Rose know? She begins trying to project information into her.

"Hmph. Fathers should do what's best for their children."

Rose had more than enough issues with her own, mostly him being absent for most of her life and then not even bothering to tell her who he really was. It took her mother finding her with her father's scarf for her to actually clue Rose in.

They need to start a support group for this.

"He does believe what he's doing is for the best. I just hope someone can stop him in time."

"Stop him?"

Rose blinked and turned to fully face her. "So, he's one of those." Like Victor Dashkov.

"I wouldn't refer to him venomously... but I do not agree with his actions."

Diplomatic enough, right? Totally.

That was enough for Rose. She stalked over to one of the balloon heads and gave it a nice roundhouse kick. Hey, it made her feel better.

That may have been a bad idea, Rose. Amane races up to Rose and suddenly pushes her aside with her entire body, fire welling a bit dangerously in her hands.

Even if it's just a balloon, the reaction is almost instinctual, if anything.

"...I am sorry. But do not do that again."

"You turn that fire on me and I'll wipe the floor with you, dream or not," Rose replied, body tense. "You wanna explain to me why you're willing to do something stupid like in your dream?"

It's a dream. She has no reason to hurt her, and no reason to hold back, either. "I may not agree with him, but I do not wish to harm him. Even if it is a projection in a dream."

She does love him, after all. The landscape starts warping, being less of a 'sheet of black with no hue' to something out of a messy, pretentious art piece. Little sparks of light start flashing everywhere in the air like short-lived fireflies, and- when, and only when, Amane looks at them- the balloons change from her father's face to someone else.

The one right in front of them turns into a brown-haired girl, one she doesn't know the name of- a random face in the Lockdown. Color start running messily through the floor like spilled paint.

"And yet you want someone to stop him," Rose retorted, aware of the change in their surroundings and not making any effort to alter it.

"In general that tends to end up with the person being stopped getting hurt. Sounds kind of hypocritical."

"Of course, that is unavoidable. But I do not wish to hurt him any more than necessary. I bear no animosity towards him."

Or she likes to think. Does she? It... it really is a mystery, and her dream kind of shapes to that, too. The floor's colors mix and turn into screens and snapshots of... odd occurrences she doesn't remember seeing, and faces of demons that she's killed.

"I don't know," Rose said, looking around. "I'm not so sure your subconscious agreed with you."

"Though, I suppose if you aren't someone getting directly screwed over by whatever he's doing, that's an okay stance to take."

Greens do it in your dreams. [OPEN TO ALL FLIGHTS]

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