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Whenever I lose myself within the dreamworld, I awake to find my puppet meandering like a stray across the streets of some random village. Before I time to ponder the mysteries of motion and how the series of muscles and tendons seem to work, I stare through the thick pane, gazing at the emotionless facade as the puppet seemed to be staring in a stupor.. At a sign, no less. With my power of myself dwindling, my puppet seems limp and free.
I realized why my puppet's feet had let this scene play out before me. A tavern, a drink to loose myself in deluding liquids. Oh, what wonders would this day hold? A seemingly-lucid hallucination that would plague me to tomorrow's come? Perhaps.
Scribbling notes, watching as the worn mask on my face seems outwards, the darkness barely concealed. I am the only one who notices as my creation, my puppet, steps through the door towards bar in her silence that seems unshakeable. Or can I really give my puppet a gender?
Amarante's sweeping long, snow white hair hung behind her loosely, wearing a pair of breeches, a silk, white stocking beginning where the breeches ended at her knees. Her small feet were tucked into some sandals. Her ensemble was slightly masculine - but her true clothes were tucked into the sack she held, pulled close to stomach. She felt awkward in these clothes, but nonetheless she wore the loose shirt, breeches and such. But the only thing she cought true-blue gravity from was the staff griped in her left hand.
Her far-away green eyes quickly slipped downwards, falling onto the stool as she pulled herself onto it, ordering a drink in her quiet, whispering words. She curled her fingers around the glass when it came, offering the bartender some money as she brought the glass to her lips, the liquid leaving the glass nearly seconds after she had recieved it.
Ah, such a careless drinker.
Her fingers loosely danced across the intricate, beautiful designs along the staff, her sitting position as proper as ever. Old habits die hard, indeed.</font>