[ indeed, all dreams eventually come to an end. this one of a time firmly lost to the present should be no different. the robin who once was, high deliverer, exalt's other half, is gone. in his place remains only robin, fell reincarnation.
... still. this is not his own dreamscape anymore, but neither is it the forest they are meant to be in.
ah. is that how it will be, then? wandering from one scene to the next, matching like for like? will the forest try to bleed them dry, or is this to be a different kind of scene?
to that end, he glances briefly back at the one following him as they walk. it's an evaluating, appraising look, not veiled in the least, intended to take day's measure of what it might be that they'll end up seeing next. ]
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... still. this is not his own dreamscape anymore, but neither is it the forest they are meant to be in.
ah. is that how it will be, then? wandering from one scene to the next, matching like for like? will the forest try to bleed them dry, or is this to be a different kind of scene?
to that end, he glances briefly back at the one following him as they walk. it's an evaluating, appraising look, not veiled in the least, intended to take day's measure of what it might be that they'll end up seeing next. ]