Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161027180109/@comment-27036092-20170218002407

(Okay then, I'll try writing in the first person, and go back to the third person if I don't like it :)

Also... Lady Astrea is actually a swordsmaster that's more or less sleepwalking, so she can teach sparring lessons and live in a dream representing Erylia at the same time. Considering it's nighttime when the events happen though, she's asleep and is in that dream, and as the village is also a precious memory of mine, they can be linked on some occasions... Mostly when something goes wrong in my sleep actually.

She already helped me getting out of a series of dreams once, when I was really sick and stuck there, but one can't always get out of a dream created out of a memory by their own means. That's also why she wanders there, and since she has control over her movements in the real world, she has no issue with it. The blindfold is there to make a better distinction between both worlds, as well as an extra challenge for her whether she's asleep or not.

That's about all for the description I wanted to make (at least, with what happened so far); basically it's the real Lady Astrea.)

Upon hearing the voice, I dash forwards, turn around and put myself in a fighting stance next to Lady Astrea, to face what looks like a knight made out of smog. "Nah, you got it the other way around. Well, at least that's what I've always thought about her-" I'm interrupted by a little punch to the top of my head. Guess she doesn't agree with that.

She raises her sword once again, enabling a spell on it, and firmly says: "State your business. Know however that I will not take any form of injury to my pupil or myself as an answer, and should that ever happen, the adequate reprisals will be taken." She then briefly turns to me and says: "Quick, materialize a sword like I taught you."

I do as she says, and prepare to fight and cast spells against anything that entity might want to do... It did pin me on the spot in the maze of corridors and didn't sound nice, after all.