[Sorting through emotions can take Barbara a little while, especially when emotions happen in a dreamworld created by an interconnected network of magical dreaming flowers.
But she does know one thing. She dreamed of her past, and there were other people in it. So she has to find those people. To what end--talking? Fighting? She doesn't know. She'll figure that out when she meets them.
Searching out the training grounds brings her to one, at least: the pink-haired woman who was cast as a dragoon. Lightning, was it? Still a warrior outside the dreamworld. Barbara approaches briskly.]
FOR LIGHTNING
But she does know one thing. She dreamed of her past, and there were other people in it. So she has to find those people. To what end--talking? Fighting? She doesn't know. She'll figure that out when she meets them.
Searching out the training grounds brings her to one, at least: the pink-haired woman who was cast as a dragoon. Lightning, was it? Still a warrior outside the dreamworld. Barbara approaches briskly.]
You. We talk.