Sometimes a dream turns into a dream [Complete]

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Character(s): Lenne! And Scar...
Content: Lenne finds herself in a familiar place... and might actually be happy about it.
Setting: Niflheim gate
Time: Late morning
Warnings: None yet... ;D



She didn’t notice the change. The return to actual consciousness, to actual existence… It was as if no time had passed at all, her memories of the void faded almost instantly. There was nothing but life. And there was something hauntingly familiar about it.

Lenne opened her eyes to gaze out into the fields, the breeze warmer than she remembered, something told her; but while familiar, she was unsure why. She remained sprawled out in the grass, just marveling in the feel of it all. A few lazy minutes later, sound began to register and she turned slowly, seeing the familiar sight of lines of people entering a great domed city. ’Paixao’ a voice whispered in the back of her mind. She felt inclined to join the lines and enter the city along with them. So she did.

It all felt so familiar, but she couldn’t help but notice a change in the air. She was missing something. Something big. Her eyes scanned the crowds for a familiar face, something to strike a memory. She knew she'd been here before, but the rest of her memories were beneath a fog, out of reach. She let out a loud sigh and flopped into one of the myriad benches with a huff. Tossing her hair out of her way, she decided to dig through the newest reading material she'd been given at the gate.

Here's hoping this entrance would remain less eventful than her first...

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It took a moment of thought before Scar decided that telling her his name would be all right. If she didn't remember anyone, then she would have no reason to trust them, whatever they might say to her about is past deeds. That thought brought a new idea to his scheming mind, which found itself displayed on his face in a rather malicious grin--though it was just as brief as it was alarming.

"I am Scar," he answered, the evil glint in his eye all but erased in favor of a theatrically overindulgent introduction. He sat on his hind paws and brought a paw to his chest to point to himself. The action was rather comical--and, Scar hoped, off-putting. "I have yet to speak at length with anyone aside from yourself who has had the unfortunate luck to be brought here after finally being allowed to go home. But I do agree; to be given the very same journal you remember using last time is nothing short of marvelous."

The theatrics died down as he continued. "However...as to your question. What may seem like a long time to a lion may in fact feel rather short to one of your species. But by my own measure, yes, I have been here for far longer than I would have liked. Though...to be honest, I would have liked to have never come here at all."

Things really had been going well in the Pride Lands. The hyenas and lionesses were getting along so well, and his brutish brother was no longer there to try to hog all the glory. Neither was his brat of a son.