it's story time!
yayyayyayyayyay! hmm, let's start with Rena and Adrien...
The silky robe hugged Rena's form loosely, as if it were afraid that it could engulf her. She smoothed it down, pale hands shocking against the impenetrable black. Having brushed her teeth, swept her scarlet hair into a ponytail and pushed her bangs back with two golden, ornamental combs, she was sure that she was ready for bed. She hesitated, then opened a bottle the length of her fourth finger. "L'Occitaine", it read, printed in grave text in a muted brown. Squeezing the decorative leaf in the center, Rena poured a spoon-sized dab of lotion into her hand and rubbed the area behind her ears.
Rena would never tell anyone this, but her most nightmarish fear was that during her dreaming nights, when the hourglasses had long spun their paths, her ears would whisper that she had forgotten them. She then fancied herself waking up deaf.
Sophie pulled some dust out of the air. "Time-warpers," she explained when Matt clacked his antennae together. "This place is full of them . . . Is anyone here?" The little butterfly took off, getting a kick-start from her hand. Sophie yanked a strand of blond hair from its socket and tied it into a ribbon. Slowly yet consistently, the bow swirled in and out of itself until it resembled Matt. "Go." The hair-butterfly flew off.
