[ The Knight recognises the brightness of the world they'd seen when they met the Drifter on the islands; there's a certain shared thematic that they remember.
They stop by the pool, peering into the water too. Someone they don't quite recognise, still with something of a mask and pale pointed horns, looks back at them. They touch hair and skin with gloved fingers, in obvious curiosity. A black and white sprite with horns of its own flits around their head.
Changing shape so much - this is a second skin. This is a dream, they think hazily, but it's not an immediately dangerous one. They can explore, they think.
They let their feet guide them to the right place, and knock on the door. Their friend will be inside. Why wouldn't they? ]
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They stop by the pool, peering into the water too. Someone they don't quite recognise, still with something of a mask and pale pointed horns, looks back at them. They touch hair and skin with gloved fingers, in obvious curiosity. A black and white sprite with horns of its own flits around their head.
Changing shape so much - this is a second skin. This is a dream, they think hazily, but it's not an immediately dangerous one. They can explore, they think.
They let their feet guide them to the right place, and knock on the door. Their friend will be inside. Why wouldn't they? ]