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She's just finished a meeting with an up and coming Dreamwalker, one of the Earthen contacts her mother's decided to cultivate. Even putting aside her distaste for being her mother's errand girl, something about this one sets her teeth on edge...
She's looking for a good, long, out of the way place to return to the Dreamlands - a park would do nicely - when she hears what sounds like trouble.
It ripples, oddly, like disturbed water - even though she's not touching it.
She inches closer and closer, slowly, till her finger tips finally come into contact with the portrait, her gaze still entranced by its rippling pools.
She pulls her hand back to study any residue left from her investigation.
"Cool."
She puts her hand back to the portrait, putting more pressure into her exploration.
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