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.
The RPG of Dominion Space…
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.
She reaches up absently, adjusting the feather in her hair.
She stands, looking for Raina.
“Raina…?”