sign of the times — power rediscovery, new body

Dreams and desires of a new body - of the past that couldn't be turned away no matter how tightly you squeezed your eyes shut. Perhaps in some way Plague could find some agreement in how that feeling was. Though, she supposed, a difference was the inability to choose, on Tea's end.

A new body - how fantastic.

She wondered if it had been sought after.

The dead didn't sleep, not traditionally.

Plague couldn't recall if she missed it - sleep, that is.

But, a spirit had many knowings - never needing to sleep meant you were quite aware. The skeleton - fumbling around unsure what to do - had spotted their dear leader. A grin came to decapitated flesh before she had to think again.

A jaguar, no, no, that wasn't Tea.

But... it felt like Tea, the same spirit.

There was an odd sort of...worry - perhaps uncertainty instead - in the dead lass' impossible heart. It looked like Tea, yes, it had to. The colours, the walk, the-

The sight of the feline's eyes was confirmation enough.

"TEAAAAAA!" she called, bones rattling as she trotted over.

That is you right? she almost asked.

"Lovin' the new look, did you do something with your hair?" she chattered in a tease - though even a deaf man could spot the concern and uncertainty in her voice.

^{❝ BITTERSWEET ❞ tea? that wasnt tea. tea was mute.. and definitely not a feline. the large dragon held back any snarky comments, pushing up a smile on his muzzle. he had to be nice, no matter how much he just did not feel like it today. "nice... uh.. change your majesty." he just couldn't help himself, could he? he was very proud of teacuptempest for taking over but today was just not a good day for him, he supposed? rolling his eyes at his own snappy attitude, the large dragon looked down at the two, gritting his teeth at plague's loudness. to lighten up his own mood, the dragon grinned, almost playfully malicious, attempting to spit water on top of tea's head. "maybe that will wake you up, a bit." he giggled, dragonic eyes finally softening.}

Plague's disconnected head tipped to the side curiously. Didn't seem to be normal to just...wake up in a different body. Plague felt like asking - ohhh she truly did - but...perhaps it'd be better for Tea to explain it.

The skeleton didn't want to push any anxiety or such...

...it was nice to hear Tea's voice.

Following the gesture Plague nodded happily.

"I'd love to- err... well! I'll sit across from you and let you tell me about your favourite tea! I...can't drink and all! OOoh! Or maybe you could tell me about this dream, or, or, we can talk about something so far irrelevant that you'll be distracted from it and never have to think about it!"

Her skull tipped back to greet Cocoa, a happy 'good morning' chirping from the floating head's maw.

What a fun little gathering they had here!!

Her jaw fell open at Cocoa's drizzle of water over their leader - her bones rattled as if shuddering.

"Grooosssss!"

Ravelights had seen belladonna grow into several different forms. He knew she could shapeshift, like how she turned to aegis and then the old tea and now this. The jaguar was new though, teacuptempest was always smaller, shorter, cuter? No, not like that. He meant, smaller than him. But now they were around the same size. He was unsure since ravelights was taller than the average caracal, he would have to size her up when he got closer. Although, they did have some high tensions at the moment, just be as nice as possible, right? He listened into the conversation, surprised by the familiar voice. Did he miss it? Maybe..? It was soft, gentle enough to calm it down but he was still on edge over their last, conversation. "you can talk now? nice." he simply said, sitting down.

✧ — KEEP MY SECRETS / TAGS

❝ RED BLOOMETH THE ROSE OF CONVICTION ❞ "And now blissfully you can stay out of everyone's head." It comes off less bitter than most of his statements, just the feeling of having someone poking around in his head is not one that Andras enjoys. There is much up there that he would prefer stays unexplored, and he would not be alone in that train of thought should any of it come to light. He may not have the reputation of a "good man" to uphold as he once did but there are ghosts that should stay haunting him and him only.

It's a nice new form though. She looks pretty. A little on the small side, but he can't fault anyone for that. He supposes he's a little on the dead side though if people were to nitpick appearances. Still, he knows where he's not wanted and a pleasant tea party is one of them. And so, he simply walks off after seeing people gathered there.