The TARDIS doesn't join the dream until she feels the Doctor's joy, shortly followed by Gabriel's fury, making it necessary to investigate. The form she finds herself in when she manifests is rather more fanciful than she'd have chosen herself - most of her appears in the graceful unicorn body that she seems to end up in with some frequency, all dainty limbs and snow-white fur, though rather unusually connected to her humanoid torso and head.
She takes a few steps forward to work out these strange proportions, which is when she notices that the ground she touches changes rapidly, grass and flowers sprouting and blooming and withering unnaturally fast around her hooves in a steady cycle of growth and decay. Frowning down at this temporal oddity, she also realizes that her hair has grown considerably, now a long dark mane covering much of her naked torso, with bright sparks of light set into every curl that glow and pulse as fiercely as tiny stars and give her hair a silver gleam.
What an utterly strange form. At least the altered flow of time emanating from her doesn't bother her as much as it normally would, since it's very nearly meaningless in a dream. So she decides to go with it for now and sets off along the shore to look for Gabriel or the Doctor, or whoever else she might find. Now and then she reaches out a hand to brush over a bush or a low tree, finding that the greenery reacts much the same to her touch as the ground beneath her hooves, leaving a trail of life and death in her wake.
((whenever I said I wasn't gonna tag this party, sorry I lied. symbolism stolen from here, of course.))
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She takes a few steps forward to work out these strange proportions, which is when she notices that the ground she touches changes rapidly, grass and flowers sprouting and blooming and withering unnaturally fast around her hooves in a steady cycle of growth and decay. Frowning down at this temporal oddity, she also realizes that her hair has grown considerably, now a long dark mane covering much of her naked torso, with bright sparks of light set into every curl that glow and pulse as fiercely as tiny stars and give her hair a silver gleam.
What an utterly strange form. At least the altered flow of time emanating from her doesn't bother her as much as it normally would, since it's very nearly meaningless in a dream. So she decides to go with it for now and sets off along the shore to look for Gabriel or the Doctor, or whoever else she might find. Now and then she reaches out a hand to brush over a bush or a low tree, finding that the greenery reacts much the same to her touch as the ground beneath her hooves, leaving a trail of life and death in her wake.
((whenever I said I wasn't gonna tag this party, sorry I lied. symbolism stolen from here, of course.))