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[c_zacatechichi]

[As the vine comes to life, it becomes clear that this woman has settled herself in the grass alongside one of the vine's buds, is stroking it with light fingers, tickling it into curlicues indulgently.]

What a lovely dream this is, so clever and vibrant.

[The cat that she had instructed as to the vine is settled in her lap, and she smiles down at the creature, sharing the conversation. She gives the fluffy white cat a lingering scritch, it doesn't seem overly amused that she continues to insist this is a dream.]

You agree, don't you. [She peers at the mirror once more, tilting her head as if trying to see something beyond the glass.] Do you hear me, dreamer? Will you come to speak with me? My name is Fela, I should love to meet you.

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[c_zacatechichi]

So they tell me, but how did I come to be here, if not a dream?

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Just because you came here through a dream does not mean that this place itself is a dream.

Nor does it mean you are still dreaming.

[c_zacatechichi]

I see.

[Still doesn't answer my question.]

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Are you a dream yourself?

[c_zacatechichi]

I am of flesh... but I suppose that does not necessarily mean I am not a dream.

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

I guess it cannot.

Truly, it's impossible to say how we were brought here, only that it has happened.

[c_zacatechichi]

I see. [She cannot make up a better answer, so she accepts it.] Is there some reason for it?

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Yet another mystery of this place.

Our dear captor is so vague on things.

[c_zacatechichi]

[She seems startled by this.] Captor?

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

The so-called "Queen of Hearts".

A very unusual sort of being.

[c_zacatechichi]

How do you mean?

[She had not thought to put herself in the captive's role... Only as a visitor, and now she was confused all over again.]

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

She appears human, but she might not be.

And she is a bit less than sane.

[c_zacatechichi]

Are there many who are more than human here?

[She sounds excited by the prospect. There are few memories she has brought with her from her world, but the certainty that she was hunted for her glitter was still fresh.]

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Some more, some less, some the same but different...all kinds.

[c_zacatechichi]

And this is all right? There is no culling?

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Culling?

[c_zacatechichi]

Yes?

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

You mean persecution of extranormal beings and-or users of extranormal power.

[c_zacatechichi]

I suppose so, yes. They call it glitter.

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

You should not find anyone will judge you for your natures or powers.

Although such things may have gone on in our individual worlds.

[c_zacatechichi]

[She smiles hesitantly, fear and caution are really just writ to her too deeply to immediately take those words in as true, but they are heartening.]

I would like that, not to be judged.

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

I understand completely. We had to...separate the supernatural from the natural in my world.

[c_zacatechichi]

A sad answer, but a better one than so much death.

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

Is your world capable of doing that, or...?

[c_zacatechichi]

[She shakes her head,] I don't know.