Chise found herself back in the present-day(?), repaired Somnius much in the same way - one moment she was helping collect more of the Shards, placing them together in a pile with the other Dreamers who had found their own and then… here.
The rush of life, light, the presence of others and the replacement of the emptiness that had filled the air… it was all almost enough to bring Chise to her knees in relief. They had made it. Somehow.
The rest of the day was a blur, wandering through the streets to make sure she wasn’t actually dreaming, settling back at her still-crumbling Cottage. The redhead slept heavily that night, not realizing how exhausted the entire ordeal had made her.
And - while Blue thought she might not have an assistant anymore - Chise woke the next day with clear action in her mind. She had to get to work…
But now that she was standing in the doorway to Tinctura, the girl hesitated. What if Iris didn’t want her there anymore? She would understand - would try not to let it hurt her - but… the shop and its owner had become intricately woven into her daily life. Something to cherish.
She forced herself to open the door, taking a step inside, all the while her gaze searched for her friend.
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Date: 2024-11-15 01:17 pm (UTC)The rush of life, light, the presence of others and the replacement of the emptiness that had filled the air… it was all almost enough to bring Chise to her knees in relief. They had made it. Somehow.
The rest of the day was a blur, wandering through the streets to make sure she wasn’t actually dreaming, settling back at her still-crumbling Cottage. The redhead slept heavily that night, not realizing how exhausted the entire ordeal had made her.
And - while Blue thought she might not have an assistant anymore - Chise woke the next day with clear action in her mind. She had to get to work…
But now that she was standing in the doorway to Tinctura, the girl hesitated. What if Iris didn’t want her there anymore? She would understand - would try not to let it hurt her - but… the shop and its owner had become intricately woven into her daily life. Something to cherish.
She forced herself to open the door, taking a step inside, all the while her gaze searched for her friend.