<div class="floatright">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/e/D/v/7eDvh/2623622_20-_20Camilla_20Fire_Emblem_20Fire_Emblem_Fates_20sakimichan_l.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Sasha</span></span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1864388)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Alluran Superior Lustbound<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorceress 9th<br/><strong>HP:</strong>55/55<strong>AC:</strong>21<strong>FF</strong>19<strong>T</strong>12<strong>Init</strong>2<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Asleep in blue crystal coffin on display.<br/><strong>Actions</strong>Dreaming<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Damalla<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None<br/><hr/><hr/>Dreams<br/><br/>The dreams of Sasha shifted,  just as a person normally asleep would have numerous dreams while asleep.<br/><br/>Her dreams are of each of the contestants.   A warlock, a arcane warrior,  witch,  mystic, psychic and a unassuming male that radiates power but what he draws and focus that power as is unknown.  Each one she dreamed and in that dream world she would see the possibilities and the results of her soul, her love  being tethered to them.   Just as she seen with Aramis.<br/><br/>But none are more strange then the dream that involved the changeling alienist Dask.   For Sasha found herself in a triumvirate, a angel making the third.  The complexity of this dream.   Leaves her starved mind bewildered in the dream as she feels her soul, her love splinter and go towards both the changeling and the angel.   The connections of a familiar wrap around the changeling alienist.  While as a superior oath bound,  would interweave and bond with the angel in her dream.<br/><br/>As the dreams lay out the future possibilities.    Keeping her in the serene euphoric slumber of contentment as her ever hunger and need is subconsciously fed.   No confusion resides, for each of the dreams are separate, showing the future possibility yet to come and would be.<br/><br/>An because of such all the dreams would begin to merge.  Becoming a shapeless, mindless entity that wove and cocooned her in a cocoon.   So fast did the silken threads of the cocoon spin and wrap around her.  As the contest begins to get underway.<br/><br/>Her master stood in the center of that mass of unformed dream.   His voice echoing through the sub consciousness of her mind within the dream.   He is crying out over and over.   "Choose!  Choose!  Choose!"