[Shar had taken notice of the feathers and their effect to the point she didn't care. The life as a warrior and savior waned most of her fears, she pushed the thoughts of most fears to the back of her mind, friends who'd forgotten her to turning to a mindless beast herself and more. Moonlacing was always the answer in this realm, and she wouldn't hesitate to grab the next person's hand if she must rid of these nightmares. If someone was in the neighborhood or district plagued by nightmares, Shar offered her assistance to moonlace (a simple touch of the hand to a hug, that was it).
When she thought she rid herself of the effects from the feather, her eye happened to catch something familiar, someone. Shar let out a huff from exhaustion. Shaking her head, she continued on and pass the prince.]
An illusion with its own thought, such a scary conjure. [Sarcasm drips from her lips as she spoke eyeing the prince. Nope, she doesn't give it a thought to believe this is real.]
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When she thought she rid herself of the effects from the feather, her eye happened to catch something familiar, someone. Shar let out a huff from exhaustion. Shaking her head, she continued on and pass the prince.]
An illusion with its own thought, such a scary conjure. [Sarcasm drips from her lips as she spoke eyeing the prince. Nope, she doesn't give it a thought to believe this is real.]