This is not the usual kind of dream, that is something she realises just two seconds in. The shadows around her are not familiar to her and when her own come in to start swirling around to turn whatever dream into a nightmare, they don’t seem all that scary anymore in comparison to what was already there. For a few long moments, Adaline stands in quiet confusion, her brain attempting to find a way to process what her eyes are seeing.
Before she can even manage that, the darkness parts and a person walks up to her, every step seemingly calculated, like a predator stalking its prey. She has no idea what to think or feel, wonders if perhaps this is one of the nightmares of her own making that she’s living herself, but she very distinctly knows the feeling of threading into someone else’s dream realm and this is definitely it.
Only, she realises but a moment later, when the person speaks up; she’s never been in the dream of any god other than her father.
You should leave. It echoes in the swirling darkness around them from which it seems any minute the horrors will spring at her. She is not afraid, of course, has never known fear, but she’s been taught caution, and this seems like the kind of place that might bring her to lose her grip and thereby also lose control and be dragged in by the shadows again.
The thing is; when she turns back to the entryway, it is no longer where she came in, and so leaving is not something she can consciously do. You should leave, echoes in the space around her like a threat, and she opens her mouth but for a little while there’s no sound, until she grabs hold of that tiny bit of control over herself she can still find. “I don’t know how,” she says slowly, deliberately, her voice even and calm.
