"Ne t'inquiete pas Aurora." (<i>Do not worry) (<a class="username" data-user-id="4708" data-username="@cupid" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4708/">@cupid</a>) </i>Clara said from her perch without turning in the younger woman's direction. The last thing she needed was to look down and lose her balance! Why was she up here already? Oh yes, the music, the hole. She took a deep breath. Too busy with her precarious position and the opening in front of her, she didn't notice that the strange sprites were unhappy with their plan. Maybe she might have stopped what she was doing if she had spotted them hissing of her...or maybe that might have encouraged her to do as she pleased. Hard to say.<br/><br/>The tall woman hesitated to put her hand inside the black hole in front of her. The idea of getting bitten by a snake wasn't high on her to-do list and she was pretty sure she could name one or two movies in which people lost their hands by putting them in an unknown opening! Yet, she wasn't going to back up and after repressing a shiver, she started foraging inside the tree. It took longer than she wanted but her fingertips finally brushed something smooth. She almost jolted back at the difference of texture, believing the cold material to be the skin of a snake. But no, it was a pretty bottle. She pulled it out.<br/><br/>"I found som-" she started but her stern blue gaze met the swirling content and she stopped mid-word. She tilted her head slowly as a smile crept upon her face. She saw the house of her dream. A rather, the penthouse of her dream, on the last floor, of a tall building with its light wooden frames sliding open in the Japanese fashion. The inside and the outside mingling to make one. She was walking barefoot, the hardwood gracing each step. The vision shifted. A man in a suit was shaking her hand and in front of her everyone was applauding. Behind her, on a screen, she could read Clara Probst, Pritzker award winner. Pride could be visible in her face, both in her vision and in reality, while she was still standing on Toby's shoulders. (<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="@Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">@Chartreux</a>) She even chuckled. She lifted the bottle closer to her eyes, lost in its promises. She didn't realize that her hand had fully left the tree and that she would have already fallen if the old man and the cowboy(<a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey</a>) weren't holding onto to her so tightly.<br/><br/>Now she saw herself back in her home, but she wasn't alone. There was someone else. They smiled at each other. She couldn't tell who they were, just that they were just the right person for her and her heart swelled with a longing for companionship like never before. If she opened it, she would meet them! Her fingers were now on the cork and she was about to open up when a last image came to her mind. Something that she had buried deep into her psyche, a much deeper, darker desire. She was covered in blood, not hers, a knife in hand and a body had her feet. She was reclaiming what had been stolen from her.  At that vision, she gasped loudly. In her turmoil, she forgot where she was and tried to step back from the bottle. Losing her balance, she let go of the little vial which flew in the air which she flew down towards the ground, praying that someone would either catch her or cushion her fall.