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Who: Sandry, Open
Where: Pisces District streets
Summary: Sandry arrives in Hinoto-ri, but she's not yet convinced that she's not stuck in a dream.
Warnings: None

Sandry had been so sure that she had been dreaming. A very odd dream too, all about masks and something called a 'persona' and a very mysterious man. But then she when she woke up, she wasn't in her own bed. In fact, she wasn't anywhere she knew at all.

"Cat dirt, I'm still dreaming, aren't I?" she said, putting her hands on her hips and looking around her with a rather disgruntled air. Not that Sandry objected to dreaming, but waking up from one dream to find yourself in another was just...well...unpleasant! One dream was enough, thank you very much.

Although, some of the clothes people were wearing in this dream...well! She'd never seen anything like it! In fact she would have thought that she'd never be able to dream anything like what that woman over there was wearing...except apparently, she had. She had to try and get a closer look...

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"Well I suppose it could be worse, but...oh! You have a metal arm!" Sandry exclaimed, reaching out to hold the arm and inspect it with fascination. "My sister crafted a metal leg once, but this looks rather different..." Having a smith for a sister did give Sandry much more knowledge of metalworking than the usual noblewoman, but the makings of this were beyond her. Perhaps when she woke up, she should ask Daja what she thought...

"Oh, but where are my manners? I do apologise, even though I am dreaming that's no excuse to be rude." Releasing Riku's arm, she dipped into an elegant curtsy, as appropriate for a noblewoman to someone of equal or lower rank. "I am Sandrilene fa Toren, but you may call me Sandry. And I suppose I am new to this dream, although that is a very odd way of describing it."

sorry it took so long for me to reply! i wasn't getting notifs for a bit

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"Yeah, uh... It's something I got at the last place I was at. I uh, misplaced my arm." Literally -- things at the Facility did tend to get weird. And she was touching him -- human contact always kind of weirded him out after everything he'd experienced. "I had a guy make this for me. It's kind of cool, even though I'd prefer my old arm."

He blinked at the curtsey -- that wasn't what he was expecting. Who even did things like that? But he'd met lots of princesses, and he supposed that was normal for them. "You think it's a dream? Maybe the part about meeting Philemon, but we... all had the same dream, in that case."