I close my eyes for a minute, hoping to gain just even a moment's respite. Then when I open my eyes, I'm in the Mox boardinghouse, AKA, my happy place. I go straight to look at the minitures; even though I don't use them, I adore examining them.

A boy is crouching in front of some sort of Egyptian RP figures which look like barbie dolls. I keep walking, then once I realize what I saw, I turn around -- bam! Gone. Replaced by RP dice.

He turns around, and my heart stops. He is the cutest boy in the history of ever. Okay, probably not, but Tori would fall for him. He kinda looks like Findan from Clash of heroes with his spiky-messed-up blond hair, hazel eyes, and rougish grin.

"Where did those other figurines go?" I demand. He gives me this strange, couculating look, then says, "What figurines?" cool as can be.

"T-the Egyptian ..." I stop, realizing how stupid I sound. "Oh, those? They weren't supposed to be there. I was switching them out for the dice." He nods at it casually.

Unfotunatly for him, when I smell a rat, I do something about it. "Yeah? Then how come they just dissappeared like that--" I snap my fingers, my mouth a thin line.

His smile comes back. He looks so delighted, he looks like Peter Pan finding Tinker Bell for the first time. "You catch on quick, don't you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. And it wasn't a question either. It was a statement.

"I guess I do," I say slowly. "Much faster than the others." I cock my head, now wary. "What do you mean, the others?"

The colors start fading. He looks around, as if frightened. "I have to go." he says. He presses something into my hand, and dissapears with a bright flash.

And with that, I wake up. 

If I have time (which is unlikely) may I be your editor?

Hallia says vodk. Vodka?? Hallia!! What did I say about toxins?

Ahehehe... hehe... Aheh... Ha...Er.... *grins*

*facepalms* Hallia. I thought I raised you better than that.

I pull the covers over my head relax into sleep. Immediatly, or so it seems, color floods my mind. I'm standing in some sort of store. I peer at the shelves and see little figurines. They all look like tiny vikings, so realistic that I almost belive they could come to life at any moment. Maybe they will. This is a dream, after all.

I glance next to me and see a boy standing there, looking at little Egyptian figurines. I cannot ever remember seeing his face before, yet he looks oddly familiar. His hair is blonde and cut very short and he wears a tunic, pants, and boots, which regester for me as normal clothing. 

He sees me watching him and turns to me. He is finely featured, with a straight nose, delicate mouth, and large, very blue eyes. He grins at me and looks almost elfin. 

"Hey," he says to me, "you came. I hoped you would." He talks like any other boy, yet there is something a bit regal in the way he addresses me.

"I... think you might think I'm someone else. I don't think I know you," I say. He laughs. 

"Of course! I asked you to come!" he smiles, "But allow me to introduce myself. Prince Karusan of DreamRealm, humbly at your service." He bows exaggeratedly. I laugh at his grand introduction.

"Why, what amuses the lady? Pray tell," he says, still in his stilted voice, coming up from his low bow.

"Nothing. You're just so formal!" 

"But that's how I have to act when talking to a lady, or my dear sister would kill me!" I see a flicker of irritation cross his face when he mentions his sister. 

"Really?"

"No, not really. She would be pretty mad though," he glances over his shoulder and says, "Oh, look, here she comes!" 

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More later! 

Can I join? Is this kind of like a RP? If it is, can I be the DreamRealm prince's sister?