|The Gentlemen in Yellow|
Upon a venture to a dungeon, I came across the three most unusual yellow garbed gentleman with yellow cones on their heads. I was greeted with a, "White Mage? Why are ye not yellow?" But we four ventured deep into the dungeon fighting foes and collecting materials, but then at one point they stopped and continued to circle around me endlessly.
I tried to talk to them, but they did not speak anymore. They continued to circle around and around with their weapons out at me in silent dead seriousness. Then a flashing light appeared and I awoke to find myself in my bed.
What in twelves name was that dream about?
It reminds me quite of the way I was treated as a child when I tried to play with my sister Amelia's friends. Children tend to point out the obvious differences about each other like being short or tall..but I was a miqo'te and they were hyurs. The worst was when younger children would pull my ears thinking they weren't real or even worse...petting me. I wonder if the dream has anything to do with those feelings.
I have to say...their fashion taste was quite...bland and silly. What a wild dream.
Upon a venture to a dungeon, I came across the three most unusual yellow garbed gentleman with yellow cones on their heads. I was greeted with a, "White Mage? Why are ye not yellow?" But we four ventured deep into the dungeon fighting foes and collecting materials, but then at one point they stopped and continued to circle around me endlessly.
I tried to talk to them, but they did not speak anymore. They continued to circle around and around with their weapons out at me in silent dead seriousness. Then a flashing light appeared and I awoke to find myself in my bed.
What in twelves name was that dream about?
It reminds me quite of the way I was treated as a child when I tried to play with my sister Amelia's friends. Children tend to point out the obvious differences about each other like being short or tall..but I was a miqo'te and they were hyurs. The worst was when younger children would pull my ears thinking they weren't real or even worse...petting me. I wonder if the dream has anything to do with those feelings.
I have to say...their fashion taste was quite...bland and silly. What a wild dream.
