[ Lana isn't sure who the guy approaching her is, but the peacock is a dead giveaway. ]
It's Lana. You must be Dahliad.
[ She shifts uncomfortably on the makeshift bench. She'd pulled herself up here to text after she'd fallen down. Again. A bright pink spider the size of a golf ball scurries along next to her, tilting its head up at the peacock. ]
I'd get up, but uh... [ She makes a face and gestures to her legs. ]
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It's Lana. You must be Dahliad.
[ She shifts uncomfortably on the makeshift bench. She'd pulled herself up here to text after she'd fallen down. Again. A bright pink spider the size of a golf ball scurries along next to her, tilting its head up at the peacock. ]
I'd get up, but uh... [ She makes a face and gestures to her legs. ]