[That foggy sort of place, even the conversation with the Storyteller, all of that felt very, very dreamlike. She could have dismissed it as that up until now. Now? This place feels very, very real. Real in ways you wouldn't notice in a dream - like the way her much warmer winter clothes are sticking to her uncomfortably. Continues to feel real as she stands up, continues to feel real as she finds the knapsack.
Feels real when she sees the centipuppies. Which... aren't really much like anything she's seen before, and big enough that she feels her knees begin to knock. She holds her knapsack in front of her chest protectively, not even looking inside it yet.
There is someone nearby, someone who'd been asleep too. She wants to run, but she can't just... totally leave someone behind.]
H-hello? Wake up, please!
[Her voice is shaking as much as she is. She really doesn't do well in dangerous situations, sorry Osomatsu.]
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Feels real when she sees the centipuppies. Which... aren't really much like anything she's seen before, and big enough that she feels her knees begin to knock. She holds her knapsack in front of her chest protectively, not even looking inside it yet.
There is someone nearby, someone who'd been asleep too. She wants to run, but she can't just... totally leave someone behind.]
H-hello? Wake up, please!
[Her voice is shaking as much as she is. She really doesn't do well in dangerous situations, sorry Osomatsu.]