Deep in her sleep, she fell along the trail of memories that her mind contained, tumbling along through them as they sped past, almost like the film of a camera. For a while she remained like this, until, she realized she was no longer falling, and instead was wearing a<a class="postlink" href="http://g01.a.alicdn.com/kf/HTB11FTYIpXXXXXDXVXXq6xXFXXXi/Rosette-font-b-Lace-b-font-Gown-Civil-costume-font-b-renaissance-b-font-satin-maxi.jpg">dress</a>that she hadn't worn for nearly 300 years. It was pink and laced, and even though it was simple of design, when Vataliny wore it, it was almost like a goddess herself had descended upon the mortals to be with them. She was standing inside of a house nearly the same as the one she currently lived in, but older of course.<br/><br/>Standing in a room nearly identical to the one she was sleeping in, however it was brighter, with pinks and whites, flowers in vases everywhere, lace and ribbon. The room of a woman who was happy, in love. In front of her was a large mirror, showing her reflection, her hair done up in a beautiful<a class="postlink" href="http://cdn.exquisitegirl.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Victorian-hairstyles10.jpg">hairstyle</a>, with a rose of purest white placed in her hair too. Upon her hands were gloves, and at her neck was a silk ribbon with a broach of a rose on it. Her make up done, she smiles. Around her shoulders was a shawl. And upon her head, a beautiful<a class="postlink" href="http://www.bellarosadesigns.com/images/RVHC/Hats/roses-and-pearls-pink-victorian-hat-d.jpg">hat</a>.<br/><br/>Hearing a knock at the front door, she smiles. Knowing who was there waiting for her. Turning away from her reflection, her heeled feet made their way to the front door. Reaching out, she opens it, revealing her love. Her heart caught in her chest as she saw him standing there, and a faint blush formed on her cheeks. She had been waiting for a long time for this day to arrive, the Harvest festival. And later, the renowned Harvest Masquerade Ball. "Good evening, dearest Gabriel." She says, her voice thick with a British accent. Stepping out from the house, she lets the door close behind her.<br/><br/>Reaching out, she clasps his arm, holding him close. "Shall we go?" She knew that she could ask for a ride in the carriage, but she wanted to walk side by side with Gabriel, and look around, admire the beauty of the fall season.