[the longer she soaks in the space, the less that feeling of thrumming is noticeable... maybe she just gets used to it, or maybe the rest of the room serves as a suitable distraction.
something about this space is almost dreamlike, even though the things she touches feel as real as they were when she was awake. there are no traps and no discernible magics. the door is just a boring door, from over here...
but ah, the rustling! as she lifts the blankets, something black and ruffled suddenly tumbles into her knees--a flustered tangle of feathers and angry cawing, followed by two pale little hands reaching out to try and grab it.]
Hey! You can't--! [they sound like a child. a pale boy with bone-white hair.]
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something about this space is almost dreamlike, even though the things she touches feel as real as they were when she was awake. there are no traps and no discernible magics. the door is just a boring door, from over here...
but ah, the rustling! as she lifts the blankets, something black and ruffled suddenly tumbles into her knees--a flustered tangle of feathers and angry cawing, followed by two pale little hands reaching out to try and grab it.]
Hey! You can't--! [they sound like a child. a pale boy with bone-white hair.]