G-011-LD: Lia’s Dream

It spirals down toward her face, catches in her hair.

 

There are swaths of coloured fabric on the ceiling, as if she were in a tent, or a brightly-coloured pressure dome.

 

It’s unclear where the feather came from.

 

1 Response

  1. Lia Silver-Rose says:

    She reaches up absently, adjusting the feather in her hair.

    She stands, looking for Raina.

    “Raina…?”

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