Presence
Distinctive Voice
Allies
Chapters.
Life was full of 'em.
This was just the end and the beginning of a new one.
Sitting in her room, when once she sat in a no tell motel.
An alter set up properly, when once she made do with haphazardly pulling a make shift one together.
Fully rested and sorta zen, when once she'd gone forever without sleep, and feeling the terror of the Dreams clawing at her throat.
She was putting her trusty silver D20 to rest. She had something...not better, but different now.
The Unicorn holds the little silver dragon in her hands as the age smoke she'd used to purify it made her want to sneeze, but she ignores it and effortlessly falls into a meditative state, she'd gotten a lot of practice in the almost year she's been here.
Now it's just a matter of Will and want.
Quickly the little dragon binds itself to her, almost as if it wanted just as much as she did. Hazels flick open, and she stares at her prezzie turned Magical Tool. A thumb rubs the little dragon's head as the other hand reaches for a length of chain. With deft fingers the little dragon slides onto the chain and finds it's home around the unicorn's neck.
Meditation
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