#dragonradars

Even though Liliana didn’t look like a day over 25, she sometimes felt the ache in her joints and bones over living for centuries when she gets stressed or exerts herself too much. She remembered the mist bartender’s suggestion of visiting the hot springs one day and heads there out of curiosity.

It sounded relaxing-- she’s never really tried to dive into one and she took this moment of idleness to check it out. Steam fogged the area quite a bit and she stood by the spring fully clothed, golden headdress and all. The hot springs were...hot. She was thinking of leaving when she started to sweat quite a bit.

On the other hand, she also thought of getting in, but her vestments (not even including her crown) were quite a handful. Where would she put them? Would somebody try to steal them? They were the only clothes she had at the moment.

Dormey drifted down from the sky to greet the woman who was also descending in flight. She was carrying what looked like a human who was twice her own size under one arm and Doremy waved out to them. “Oh ho, greeting my fellow powerful warrior.” 

Obviously having just arrived in this dream, she was lacking some context. The woman was clearly the dreamer here, most likely dreaming of having awesome strength. If she could already fly then it would not be the subject of the dream. Drifting closer in the air, Doremy pinched the human’s cheek and bellowed a laugh. “Congratulation on saving that helpless human. Ha ha, they are so weak!” It looked like it was a good dream so far, a healthy power fantasy. All Domrey had to do was ensure that it continued as such. The best way to push a dream forward was going to even greater heights of absurdity at every opportunity. A normal human could not always realize this while their mind was in the mists of a dream so it was Dormey’s duty to empower them. 

Headcanons!

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