<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/image0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Poppy Clovergrove (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.0#lastPost)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Wood<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday| April 1st 2050|8:00 am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Brett’s place!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Brett<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Sleepy little flower<br/><hr/><br/>The moment her head hit the fluffy warmth of the pillow Poppy found what last shred of energy sap away, the facade of bursting excitement she had displayed a mask for the actuality of just how exhausted she had become. Channeling the source of her nature throughout the seemingly never ending battle only to rush head first into another had taken its toll on the fae, coupled with the mind teasing numbness that was trying to understand this new world she had found herself thrust within, along with the gripping concern of her friends own fates; it was a level of mental strain and gymnastics she hadn’t been prepared for. Even the sheer act of clothing herself to become somewhat appropriate had no more inkling to remain, although partly it was due to wanting to make herself as comfort as possible as well. The comfort of the couch cradled her slumbering form like a cloud, the quilt having been offered at some point getting kicked off as the fae dreamed of epic battles and reuniting with her fellow slayers. They never left her mind even while she slept, her bright optimism already planning of what sorts of what would play out once they were all reunited; surely a feast of the new cuisine of this world would have to be in order.<br/><br/>By the time morning rounded Poppy was still happily snoozing away on the couch, the wild mane of her fiery copper hair washing around her prone figure as she nuzzled into the pillow with a half hearted smile, dreaming sweetly even when the reality was she was far from her own land. The warm rays of the peeking sun poking through the blinds did little to stir the creature as she snored softly, a twitch every now and again given as she flopped over onto her other side to muffle something in her sleep. Sounds of footsteps however perked what latent prowess she had as a slayer however as instinctively she poked her head up with slightly narrowed eyes, the brief moment of confusion soon ebbing away however as a blurry sight of Brett crossing the living room made her settle. Ah that was right, Brett was not a threat, the man having opened his home and kindness to her previously.<br/><br/>Slowly sitting up on her knees Poppy gave a soft yawn as she stretched her arms high above her head, still half asleep and now no longer sensing danger leaving the fae to act as she would normally in the morning; the sleepy bud groggy and needing some time to wake before her bearings came back to her. The curious sounds within the room however drive her to slip from the couch and onto her bare feet with a sound, a tiny fist rubbing at her eye as the other stifled another yawn that was escaping from her lips while stumbling closer. ”Good morning Brett, are you well?” Poppy sleepily cooed, the river of her hair washing down to the small of her back, although in her state she’d neglected pondering towards her current attire, or rather lack of, the slayer standing with a light cock of her hip but nothing else. Still rubbing her eye to try and rub the sleep out Poppy almost didn’t notice herself as the smell of food made her stomach growl with a full roar, perking up enough to saddle next to his side as she cooed. ”Ooo what is this?” Poppy hummed, using the counter to push herself onto her tip toes as she peered towards the box that seemed to be lit up?