I'm Fine

For the past week, Lacrima has not come out of her basement. When you bang on the door. Wonder about her, she merely answered, loudly. I'M FINE!. Frustrated. Sad. But not angry at the knocker. What's been going on? Today. Lacrima steps out from the basement for the first time you've seen as she peeks the basement door open and gently walks out.

The first is the obvious change of her form. The purple hair is still there. But it's more light lavender. Her eyes, at a strange pale skyblue. She has skin tone rather than pale white.

She looks like she does in her dreamscape, basically. She gently settles down as she moves to sit at the table and rest her head. "Deep breaths..." she says softly.

"I'm Fine." she says more confidently. She's talking to herself. She realizes quickly it's breakfast time. She hasn't cookie breakfast for a week. She fumbles. "Um... Breakfast soon!" she suddenly yells out as she drags out the big box of eggs from the fridge.

Jiaying Maki has been hiding out herself, though for different reasons to be fair. She'd been trying to sort a few things out, study. Study some more. Work on a comic idea she'd been doing in her free time. About monsters. In another world. Visiting the real world. She... might be borrowing heavily from adventures. The ID numbers are all filed off though, honest!

Sure she checked in on Norie, but in the same way that she was given room to breathe, she returned the favor, trying not to come across as too... pushy about it.

With that said, the reaction this time surprises her. She hadn't expected the door to open! Then again, there's an offer for breakfast. And eggs. And she's got some hot sauce to share. Really spicy kind. Ghost something. She likes ghosts after all! (The peppers too.)

Looking the other girl over as she emerges, she holds a thumb up and says, "Does this mean you can tan now?" Something of a teasing tone. Clearly!

Lacrima gently just cracking eggs into a large pant on the stove. Loads of eggs. She says bluntly. "Some stuff happened..." she mutters. "We finished...piecing together the Prince of Nightmare's heart." she says. "He's whole ago. The Prince of Dreams again, rather than Nightmares." she says quiety.

".....Ariel spent a week in a chamber with a horrible being. T..that's why I was... hiding." she says softly.

"Not.. in the greatest of places." she says quietly. A pause.

"....I am...changed." she says as she cooks. "Obviously." she mutters. "Still.. dark energy construct..." she says quietly.

"I'm.... Princess of Nightmares now." she says even more quieter. "The power was passed onto me when the Prince of Nightmares became the Prince of Dreams again. So.. I am..."

"Adjusting. my apologies." she says as she begins to scramble half the eggs with a spatula in the pain.

"I am... sorry. I hid like that. Between. The physical changes. and... overall. Changes. And... Ariel. Stuck in a bad place. I didn't wanna talk to anyone." she says.

"...Which was dumb of me. I apologize." she says. A pause.

"Do you want the sauce mixed in, or place as a condiment after the fact?"

Jiaying Maki tilts her head back as she listens, ears more canted than her head at least. "The prince of dreams huh..." Rubbing the back of her head, she says flatly, "As odd as I like my world, the dream thing always made me feel... off." She shakes her head, then shrugs after a moment. "I mean, like the powers are so odd you know? I wonder if it's because it's the type of dreams of uh-... normal people? How do I put that even?"

There's the drop of being the princess of nightmares after all of that, which gets a somewhat embarassed reaction out of the fox-girl. "Does that mean you'll end up in the Night Harbor on accident some nights? I hear they're kinda close together. That place and the dream place I mean."

Shrugging, she puts her hands in her pockets, following Norie around the kitchen, keeping hands off for now, not sure if she'd throw off Norie's groove or not. "Sauce after, you get a weird thing going if you put it in too soon. You should've come talk though, that always helps. Sometimes. Not that I'm particularly one to talk. Even if I talk too much I mean."