Flower of summonning

There's not a lot to see in this one. There's a beautiful, clear lake in a valley. Near the water, you can see a white unicorn. Sheena's hand gets closer to its forehead, and pets it.

"You're not the same one I met, aren't ya?"

"I am the one who was born from that one's death. That is how we live, so do not shed tears again."

"Yeah, that's right... either way, I'm glad you're alive. And thanks for helping us back then. If it wasn't for that horn..."

"That was not me, Sheena."

"...Oh, right. But I can't thank the other one so I hope it's alright. And thanks for being reborn, too."

The unicorn bows its head, the closest thing to a smile. Then the dream vanishes.

[OOC: yay, back from hiatus! Or so I hope...]

Snow falling. A group of people comes out of an icy cave. A blonde, teenage girl slips in the frozen ground and falls on her bun. A couple of surprised yells can be heard, but the girl just laughs, and eventually some of them join as well. But then they hear a sound.

Random encounter! Suddenly, the group faces what seems to be guys dressed up as pastel-colored penguins. Just what you're seeing, yeah.

"Okay, whose turn was it?"

"Mine," she says. "And good timing, I'm going to freeze on the spot if I don't keep moving."

Sheena steps forward, and so do three boys. She does something to the swords of the brown-haired boy and the already-familiar-for-you red-haired Zelos, involving floating rectangles of parchment. Then she runs to attach some of the paper slips to the foes themselves.

They miscalculated their moves. In a matter of time, the two swordsmen are engulfed by giant snowballs rolled unto them. Sheena tries not to snicker, which is good since three smaller snowballs are thrown at her face seconds later. She's able to see a silver-haired kid casting a spell between the moist hairbangs.

"Eruption!"

And so, the Penguinists are gone thanks to fire and magma.

"Nice going, Genis, but can you guys get us out of the snowman?"

"No kidding, bud. My clothes are soaked wet!"

***********

That was random.

You know what I don't get about this place? I've never felt hungry or thirsty, yet I'm dying of cold right now. I wonder if it's all in my mind because I dislike low temperatures, or something like that.

Just a little dance. She was dancing in the center of a circle, and she wasn't alone. What seemed to be a blue-skinned, elegant lady with violet hair was also dancing, drops of water sprinkling under the sun. Three colorful fairies, cheerful and devious, were dancing in the middle of the flight, making the autumn leaves to flutter around. What looked like a large mole with a red ribbon on its head was also dancing, more vulgarly. The giant gulfed in flames, however, decided not to dance with them, although his fire was flickering for him and that was good enough.

A ball of purple energy stared at them with malicious eyes. It tried to say something, but it was incomprehensible. A lightning stroked her, the girl who was dancing in the center. Then the dream ends.



...Whoa, Zelos was right. These weird dreams are really registered over these things!

...Is this thing on? Heya, this is Sheena's voice mail. If you need me for anything or just to talk about stuff, leave a message after the beep.

[OOC: Bring your messages, OOC and IC ♥ Considering my timezone sucks, it could be used to plan things up if you want.]

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