[Beau has gotten used to her dreams being squirrely garbage since she got to this island. It's not that her dreams were great before, but this place is such a weird jumble of magic and bullshit that she's lost track of what's happening and what's not. Best to roll with it, like she does the rest of her life. That said, as soon as she saw one of those little scribbly motherfuckers, she scurried her way up the nearest tree and is hanging out in the branches, while a couple of them try fruitlessly to climb the tree she's in. All in all, it's weird, and probably symbolic of something, but not anything she's worried about.
Of course, there's something new to focus on when a familiar face comes crashing underfoot... as well as an absolute wave of those things. Beau cracks an eyebrow, and starts in pursuit, staying in the trees as she observes. That's-- that's Yasha. That's absolutely Yasha. Here and alive and looking slightly in trouble.
Huh. Maybe this will be a better dream than she thought.
She hangs back a moment and, when the time is right, jumps down right behind her and brings up her staff more like a baseball bat.]
Duck!
[And then she'll take a big ol' swing at the group following her, knocking quite a few into nearby trees and hauling out a big hole right behind her.]
drawn to you ;3c
Of course, there's something new to focus on when a familiar face comes crashing underfoot... as well as an absolute wave of those things. Beau cracks an eyebrow, and starts in pursuit, staying in the trees as she observes. That's-- that's Yasha. That's absolutely Yasha. Here and alive and looking slightly in trouble.
Huh. Maybe this will be a better dream than she thought.
She hangs back a moment and, when the time is right, jumps down right behind her and brings up her staff more like a baseball bat.]
Duck!
[And then she'll take a big ol' swing at the group following her, knocking quite a few into nearby trees and hauling out a big hole right behind her.]