Iman feels - calm. It's a nice feeling. She doesn't bother to consider or analyze its cause. There is some internal assurance that she should simply enjoy it for what it is. So she does; she looks around, looking, not studying, and endeavors to enjoy her surroundings.
Is this a dream? It might be a dream. Who cares?
Why is she so-
Oh.
She looks down at her left hand. A hand again, not the metal claw she's had in so many recent dreams. She wiggles her fingers. Flexes them. She smiles.
Rush fixed it. She remembers now.
A sudden rustling draws her attention and she turns to look behind her, finding an ivy-laden archway she hadn't noticed, and sort of tucked into it, like a child trying to play hide-and-seek, is-
"Greta!" she grins broadly. The only thing that could have made this nicer. She reaches out with both hands to draw her into the open. "I'm so happy you're here!"
well I wouldn't say Iman is going to "lie" beyond ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Is this a dream? It might be a dream. Who cares?
Why is she so-
Oh.
She looks down at her left hand. A hand again, not the metal claw she's had in so many recent dreams. She wiggles her fingers. Flexes them. She smiles.
Rush fixed it. She remembers now.
A sudden rustling draws her attention and she turns to look behind her, finding an ivy-laden archway she hadn't noticed, and sort of tucked into it, like a child trying to play hide-and-seek, is-
"Greta!" she grins broadly. The only thing that could have made this nicer. She reaches out with both hands to draw her into the open. "I'm so happy you're here!"