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[Errr yeah. I should have cleared that with you first. Since it's a dream and all, I figured she could know (thinking along the lines of .. .in dream threads you can have whatever magic you want, and if she had some sort of knowledge releated magic she could know, etc etc. I can edit it out/not mention anymore stuff she wouldn't actually know, if you want?) Sorry!!]
The girl shrugs as he brushes off her comment about his bridal. She is instead focused on the water, and how it appears to be so much deeper that she ever could have dreamed. It seems thick, viscous in an impossible way, and the allure blots out his disregard for her attempt at prophecy.
"Watch this-" She says with sudden confidence and a wide smile. Her wings spread from her shoulders, first pointing outwards, then straight up. They curve in, like the hands of a diver, as she edges towards the pool. Gulping a mouthful of air, the girl lunges up and downward, arching her youthful body in the deepening waters of the pool.
All of creation seems to span around her, as the dark and icy chill of the water bites into her bones. Somehow, she finds this comforting. There is no worry for the lack of air, or for the increase in pressure as she descends lower. She ignores the strain of her wings as she pumps them like crude flippers. Instead, she is drawn to something at the bottom - although truthfully she knows that there is no bottom. She isn't in a pool of water, but in space. No - she's an atom floating in the void of a cell. No - a heartbeat. No - a whisper on the breeze.
Wherever she is, there's a golden light at the bottom, and she wants to reach it. Will Zsoka help? The impossibility of this venture hadn't even occurred to her - she is too focused on the task at hand (err, hoof) to be bothered by impossibilities and rationality. She is only focused on the light, and the elegant wings that Zsoka sports, and whether they will make him a more able diver than she.
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