#filigreenightmares

“Girania! Are you here?“ said Reala, shouting into the castle’s seemingly empty halls. Not only was this place large, but with their small size relative to almost all the other second levels, this place was enormous. Their status game them the luxury of not always having to use Girania’s full title, but they knew sometimes that made the fish drag his metaphorical feet. They didn’t care; they didn’t much like Girania. He always looked at them like he wanted to eat them.

Reala’s sketchbook is more like a notebook: it is full of various configurations of nightmarens, shapes to indicate platoons of third levels, maps of nightmare and Nightopia. Mostly, this seems to be where he does his brainstorming.

Reala doesn’t do much reading; he doesn’t have the patience for it. A lot of what he reads are just boring reports, and a lot of what he rights are... more reports. that and plans that he either scraps or keeps.

@filigreenightmares

@filigreenightmares

@filigreenightmares

“Lately, I’ve… been losing faith. In myself, that is. This is a glorious cause for glorious ends; I have no doubt in its inevitable success. Rather, I‘ve begun to wonder if… I will survive to see it through. My flaws are numerous and my failures endless. I’m… not sure when it happened, but I suspect I’ve become ill-fit for my position.“

     “Thank you, Bella!! Your cookies are the best~”