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[Anyone who knows Fela knows very well how much she likes to sunbathe. Considering how little she sleeps at night, with her mind busy roaming the dreaming, her frequent habit of daytime naps is not so very strange. She can often be found near her house, laid out on the warm clay with the sun spilling over her face.

Today, however, there is ocean. She does not remember the last time she saw the ocean in the waking world, but she knows that its beauty is featured often in the sleeping fantasies of those she cares for. And it is beautiful. The water glitters beneath the full sun and the sand is silky beneath bare feet. She shields her eyes for a moment as she comes upon the dunes, looking out over the scene with eagerness, feeling the breeze kicked up by the tide as it sends her hair and her skirts fluttering.

She unties the long skirt from around her waist as she heads out across the sand in her top and simple colaless. The top, however, will not be lasting long. It is already quite revealing, covering only the barest essentials for polite company, and in its bright print had probably already been mistaken for a cloth bathing top already. She unties it without much care, making a pile of clothes that she weights down against the wind with the many colorful bracelets and necklaces she wears, as well as the beaded purse she keeps across her body.

She heads down to the water then, laying out in the wet sand where the tide can keep her cool and wet under the sun. She doesn't intend to go anywhere else today. Although there is one thing missing, which she calls to the vine to attend to:]

Mahalia? [She's rolled onto her stomach, wet hair spilling across her face. She pushes it off with a laugh. As she moves, the sun catches her skin and the water and she really is absolutely glowing.] Are you coming to join me?

[As the tide rolls back, it becomes a bit more obvious that it was not just the water glittering so brilliantly. The wild effects of the water have deemed that their visitor be gifted with scintillating scales, nearly translucent except for the sheen of colors that flash every time they catch the light. A rainbow of color overlaying already golden skin. But perhaps you will have to get a bit closer to see them in detail.]

It is lovely either way, but you know I would enjoy your company. Well, really, anyone is invited.

[She laughs again, wiggling her fingers in greeting at the mirror.]

[[ooc; is Vee blatantly abusing the fact that her PB is a sexy sexy swimsuit model? Yeah. Yeah she is.]]

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[She settles onto her hip so that she can offer Gabrielle her hand with a soft smile.]

They each have their place, it is only when their bounds are overstepped when trouble begins.

[And sometimes nightmares were important memories.]

[She looks at the hand for a moment. Her mind tries to battle between the dream of this place and the nightmare back home. It's hard to tell, with the sunglasses obscuring her eyes, but she feels as if she is in a daze.]

[Her thin fingers (those of a killer) reach out—tips touching the skin of Fela's palm. For something that feels so dream-like, she knows this is real. The woman's hand beneath her own is nothing but a human's, the warmth of the sun and coolness of the water feels far to real to be a dream. She can feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up.]

Overstepped how. [It's presented as a statement, rather than a question.]

[Fela is a particularly tactile sort of woman. It was a part of the culture she had been born in to, but it was also part of her life as a dreamchaser. She had a spirit and a mind of smoke, always adrift with no memories to anchor her to the world, or truly, to herself. This did not bother Fela, she accepted it as a part of her life and her true self, but when she does engage with others, she does so fully, with all of her attention and if it is accepted and appreciated, all of her affection.

Gabrielle's hand is pale in her own, but Fela still finds it quite pretty, despite the curl of her trigger fingers.]

Dreams are thoughts and memories given life, and how we experience them affects how we experience the world. They are a time to learn and to grow, and even when they are nothing of substance, they are the mind's needed relaxation. [Just as they relaxed now, the imagination sometimes called for its own time to go loose, be lazy and purposeless. Fela smiles at the thought, idly tracing out Gabrielle's knuckles with her fingertips.] Even exploring fears, as one does in nightmares, is of value, but when any one of these things begins to overshadow the rest, the lack begins to show. Either in troubled thoughts, or sleepless nights... or a sleep from which you do not wake.

[She looks up with her brown eyes.]

I may heal all these things, if a dreamer allows it.

[There is something enticing to Gabrielle about the woman's accent, the glitter of her skin, the touch of her hand, and the warm sand against her skin. For so long, Gabrielle had been the mysterious one. The one who had people drawn to her, but now—she couldn't help but wonder. About this woman, who walked through dreams and destroyed nightmares, who had been simply laying topless sunbathing at first and nothing more.]

[Gabrielle legs shift a bit, she leans on her elbow to move in a bit closer.] What if your nightmares are tied to memories? If you got rid of those— [She wants to say You can't erase the past, just like that. but it's a lie.] —then what would be left of the dreamer?

[A sudden emptiness washes over Gabrielle as she wonders why she is even here.]

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[She tilts her head quietly. There is not much sonando in her body right now, just enough to keep herself from hungry for it. However, their hands are also touching, and like the scent of smoke on the breeze, there are hints of Gabrielle's worries. Fela does not pry into the woman's mind to understand them, but she worries.]

Each dreamer is unique. Perhaps some would lose all sense of themselves, but others would be freed of a long sickness. It is up to me to be judicious in such things, and to be respectful of my dreamer's wishes.

[A matter between dreamer and priestess, very sacred in Fela's mind and she did not take it lightly.]

I would prefer not to leave a wound untended, but if a dreamer truly desires their painful memories, it does not take them much to re-inflict them.

[The sunglasses obscure the look in her eyes—a mix of loneliness and worry—but there's something about Fela's words that keeps her on the ground, instead of lost in the clouds.]

I don't want to lose myself. [Because she's done that before. Turned into a grotesque monster, begging to be killed by the ghost of the woman who was closest to her. She doesn't want to forget her. Her eyes rest on Fela's collarbone, fingers softly brushing against the inside of her wrist. It's the only thing convincing her that everything is real right now.] I already did before, I don't want it to happen again.

[She just smiles, she does not know what others to consider their 'selves.' It is an ethereal thing that no one truly understands, but all know in their own unique way. She makes no judgement on how Gabrielle chooses to define it.]

A noble goal.

[So long as the pain and the fear did not eclipse her love for the world.]

[She gives a dry laugh. Gabrielle agrees, but she can't help but keep the thought on her mind. She tries to imagine Fela in her nightmares. Like a gallant archer, or a passing fling in the summer of France. She sees her calmly persuading the girl to leave, for the bride to become nonexistent, for the three long years of loneliness shadowed by her to become full of something worthwhile.]

[But she does not see that being her.]

How do you do it?

I do not know if I could describe it. The sonañdo opens all doors.

[Not all who encountered the drug became Bohrre-na. But her father had been like her, and it was not so surprising when the smoke chose her, sunk its claws in deep and smudged her eyes to brown.]

You can see everyone's secrets and desires, even in getting rid of nightmares, can't you? [Her thumb gently traces the lines of Fela's palm—she tries to urge herself to pull away, that there are too many painful memories.] Looking into the mind of someone else can be dangerous.

It can be, yes.

[Fela knows that very well.]

But those are my duties. Just as it is my duty to keep safe the secrets of my dreamers.

[Her head tilts, but Gabrielle has not pulled away from her and so she sits up a bit, reaching over to touch the woman's face.]

You should not worry.

[At first, she welcomes the touch. It feels good to know that she is human once more, that she has emotions, feelings; that she is not alone anymore. There is no more destruction, no more monsters, she is not watching her friends die, or being written out of existence. Aya had returned.]

[But then something pulls her out of the comfort of the hand against her face—throws her against the ground. There is a glimpse of blood, ragged breath, Aya's (no, Eve's) hands wrapped around her body. An ice rink with a creature that looks far too similar to her own boss—and the familiar feeling of a hand tracing the line of her jaw.]

[With a gasp, Gabrielle pulls back from Fela's touch, like fire burning against metal. The memories (dreams? nightmares?) that had seemed so distant, were making themselves clear to her now.]

What just happened? [Gabrielle presses her fingers against her forehead, trying to catch her breath. To collect all the pieces of the puzzle that have presented themselves. She's not sure if it because of Fela, or another factor she cannot explain.] Those dreams— memories. How...?

[Her hand hangs in the air, perhaps a bit shocked herself. She had done nothing, seen nothing, but the disturbance was there to be felt under the other woman's skin.

She shakes her head, brow pinching with confusion and with concern.]

I do not know.

[Her mind tries to tie the frayed ends together, to make sense of things—the echo of Blank's other world theories rings in her mind. The past had changed, but what exactly changed? Had she died before? Was there another version of her that had intwined with her own universe?]

[Fortunately, she hides her frustration well. Her fingers gently run over the skin where Fela's own fingers had found themselves just moments ago. She laughs, but it's empty. Hollow.] And here I was thinking that this would be a nice vacation.

[That hollow sound is disappointing, and Fela wishes she could push it away, but resists the urge to touch Gabrielle again. Perhaps she should not, perhaps the sonando in her skin was harmful to her. She lowers her hand back to the sand slowly.]

The sun is still high, still warm.

You're right. [She says it in one quick breath, gathering her surroundings. Even though the reaction was a less-than favorable one, she enjoys feeling Fela's fingers against her own skin. It makes her long for romance, for the days when she cared so much about someone she hovered between playing games and leading them into seduction.]

[It's been so long that she forgets what not feeling lonely is like.] There's still enough time to enjoy the sun.

[Like a cat, she moves back to her spot—this time a little closer to her than she laid before. Whether it was the lack of real human contact she missed for three years, or the feeling of paradise seeping into her skin, or the whispered dreams of Fela that she could only imagine... it was all too enticing to leave so quickly.]

[Her smile is not as bright as it was, but it is still earnest, relaxed. Gabrielle strikes her as a pleasant woman, kind and warm. It would trouble her if these strange demons lurking behind her words and her worries were to ruin that.

Perhaps the warm sun will keep them at bay, for now.]

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