The Sentinels I had a dream last night,

was this a game?

bijou slunk after the kraken, intrigued. it was not until they crested the heart of a forest did she turn, whirling with such feral magnificence it set bijou's heart aflutter.

a smile, crooked as ever, played her features. "bijou." her voice was rough and coarse as her expression -- yet her eyes were alight with glimmering amusement. "who are you, to be so interesting?"