The Galbadian plains and Monterosa Plateau have a web of roads and railways traversing the open area, it's still mostly wild though with a few monsters that harass the foot bound traveler at the nearest opportunity. The fact there there really isn't anything other than the odd train station to mar the wilderness was something that made it one of Seira's favorite continents. It was quiet other than the wind and distant rumble of trains.

It was also a great place to drive like a maniac.

She'd gotten a rather beaten up looking vehicle that had at one time been used by the army. The windows were rolled down and the radio was pulling in something that was more static than anything most of the time. Hyperion was in the hollow built for gunblades in the dashboard, and a half gone cup of coffee sloshed in an improvised cup holder between the two front seats.

"Sorry 'bout the radio. They're still workin' on getting the stuff up now that communications towers can be used." She said over the rattle of the vehicle, grinning. When the road had veered away from the direction they were heading she'd simply gotten off of it and kept driving.

It had been raining the entire day, since he'd woken up in the morning and even as he was falling to sleep tonight. Constant, non-stop... it was too much like another time and thus when he finally does fall asleep, the dream which comes to life is heavily influenced by the memory of that time and all of the silent hidden fears which are connected to it.

The setting is dark, only a little light coming through the hole high in the ceiling of the cave. There is the sound of water all around, and rain hitting the water, adding to it, slowly but steadily. It's deep enough now, that if he fell off of the bed he was currently using as a makeshift raft to stay afloat on, he would end up possibly drowning. It wasn't that, nor the fact he was quite soaked through and could feel his body temperature dropping due to the combination of the wet clothing and chill air of the cave. What he feared was the dark blackness currently within the water that was staining the side of the bed frame slowly but surely.

It might have been a trick of his eyes, but he was nearly certain it was attempting to climb up over the bed frame and sought to lay claim to him once it did.

Before this dream started there was a bright flash of white light, followed by a seemingly endless flower field appears, extending way beyond to what the eyes can see and at the moment Rinoa is not quite sure if it's accurate or not, there's even the distant sound of the ocean and it's enough for her to recognize this place as what it is.

The flower field behind Edea's orphanage, a gentle drift of wind sweeps by causing the sea of flowers to sway in rhythm with it, some petals even fluttering in the wind, the wind even move through the bright white feathers of her wings, ones that she hadn't even realized yet and even if she had she won't pay any attention to them at the moment

Rinoa moved further in the flower field, kneeling down her fingers touches one of the flowers, before a deep weary sigh escaped her lips and the wings slowly start to disappear, some lingering feathers being swept away with the wind. "Did we win or…?" Had they failed?

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Seira scowled at the racks of dresses and gowns, arms wrapped around herself. She knew she'd have to find one that didn't make her look completely ridiculous, she couldn't wear her usual clothes to a formal affair no matter how good she looked in them. She was a girl and needed to wear a dress for this.

She didn't hate dresses, not really, but they didn't always fit or flatter her and if there was a fight it would very quickly get ripped and ruined.

"Lets get this over with." She grumbled, glancing at the person she'd come in to this potential hellhole with. Two pairs of eyes were better than one, and maybe a second opinion would find something that didn't look like a cross dresser or costume.

[OOC: Feel free to suddenly bring in a dinosaur or seven to interrupt this potential trainwreck.]

This dream is set on a beach with ruins embedded in the cliff that rose from the sand, cracked stairs leading up to a building above that's also falling apart.

Seira herself sits on the remains of a pillar, bare toes curling in the warm sand. The wind off the sea tugs at the grasses and her hair, seagulls crying above and the smell of salt fill the air. Despite the lonely nature of the setting, the young woman seems almost happy to be there.

It's home; or had been once upon a time anyway.

There's a ragged photograph clutched in one hand, and she looks at it with a nostalgic smile. "I guess...there's no going back, is there?" She asks, not expecting a reply.