Maybe this was all just what she got for listening to Duclos, considering some of the things, substances and people the two of them had gotten up to back in the day. "Oh, the new place makes their own gin." In retrospect, how did that /not/ come with the caveat of "and it will send you on a trip to a glass room that smells like the most amazing flowers ever".
But, it had gotten her out of the meeting with the "specialty financial consultant".
Vola specifically chose not to argue with what had befallen her. As far as hallucinations went, she could have done a /hell/ of a lot worse. This one was pretty cozy, so far as those went and enormous, echoing spaces could be.
She just kind of wasn't sure about the little, redheaded girl. Why, she was all by herself, and even in a dream bestowed by suspect gin, that didn't suit Vola. She thought of her little sisters and the fit she'd have had if they'd managed to escape into a place like this, unaccompanied.
Wait. Best not to assume. A guardian dragon could pop out of the wall at any time.
Vola held her distance, drinking in the delicious aroma (not quite as intoxicating as liquor, but awfully close in the dream), but definitely keeping an eye on the girl.
(OOC- wait. Isn't Vola Summer's great(x many) grand niece from the future XD?)
Re: Summer
Maybe this was all just what she got for listening to Duclos, considering some of the things, substances and people the two of them had gotten up to back in the day. "Oh, the new place makes their own gin." In retrospect, how did that /not/ come with the caveat of "and it will send you on a trip to a glass room that smells like the most amazing flowers ever".
But, it had gotten her out of the meeting with the "specialty financial consultant".
Vola specifically chose not to argue with what had befallen her. As far as hallucinations went, she could have done a /hell/ of a lot worse. This one was pretty cozy, so far as those went and enormous, echoing spaces could be.
She just kind of wasn't sure about the little, redheaded girl. Why, she was all by herself, and even in a dream bestowed by suspect gin, that didn't suit Vola. She thought of her little sisters and the fit she'd have had if they'd managed to escape into a place like this, unaccompanied.
Wait. Best not to assume. A guardian dragon could pop out of the wall at any time.
Vola held her distance, drinking in the delicious aroma (not quite as intoxicating as liquor, but awfully close in the dream), but definitely keeping an eye on the girl.
(OOC- wait. Isn't Vola Summer's great(x many) grand niece from the future XD?)