Since it was a dream, the fall didn't kill her, and the shared dream aspect merely meant they hopped to another core memory. This time it was the bustling streets of Saint Canard, a modernized city at night, one that still believed in environmental awareness - which meant it had bushes to land in.
Bad news.
Any dignity she might have had has definitely been killed, as when Æn'kae lands, he'll see a familiar pair of legs sticking out of one of those bushes.
She was also probably wishing she had been killed, if the quiet grumblings underneath the leaves was any indication.
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Date: 12 Sep 2023 20:32 (UTC)Since it was a dream, the fall didn't kill her, and the shared dream aspect merely meant they hopped to another core memory. This time it was the bustling streets of Saint Canard, a modernized city at night, one that still believed in environmental awareness - which meant it had bushes to land in.
Bad news.
Any dignity she might have had has definitely been killed, as when Æn'kae lands, he'll see a familiar pair of legs sticking out of one of those bushes.
She was also probably wishing she had been killed, if the quiet grumblings underneath the leaves was any indication.