<div align="center">It was hard to differentiate between dreams and reality, although if Thomas’ mind were lucid and aloof enough, he would be able to recognize everything for what it was. Eden was ever mindful of Dana’s protégé, allowing him to grow use to the scenery before she yet again began to weave her lies, adding brightly colored birds and small animals scurrying here and there. It was said that if one grew too comfortable within a dream, they would fall prey to it and live there forever; it was only true if there was a dreamweaver behind the dream. <br/><br/>Idly wondering if she should reveal her true self just yet, Eden watched as the paladin wandered his surroundings, his emotions plain on his face. Full lips curved into a malicious, smug grin as Eden studied her nails, murmuring to herself under her breath. “I chose well.” He would be a fine challenge and a fun toy to play with and break in – Perhaps, the lucky paladin would find himself without nightmares for the rest of his life.<br/><br/>Providing, when Eden was done, he simply didn’t take his own life. <br/><br/>She rose from the water in the pool like a goddess, crystal clear drops raining down over her silk-covered form, eyelids shadowed with silver. She looked like a dream herself, Eden choosing to use the body that she used within the realm of reality, though she could of appeared as anything she wanted. “Welcome to the promised lands, Thomas.” Eden purred, her voice feminine and sweet, the wet violet silk clinging to her wet body as she stood thigh-deep in the water.</div>