It is as natural as breathing.

Sharing dreams, sharing nightmares. Letting other people's dreaming hours slide into images and flickers that are not theirs. Dreams of places that someone else dreamt, fears that someone else had, of hopes that someone else had cherished.

It is as natural as breathing. Showing this to others- 'Sharing' Khiea called it, with bright eyes and a cheerful smile, because she was so proud of what she had made- and bringing others to see.

It is an old habit. Clinging to the subconcious ankles of those who did not want to be there, picking out a single person, single mind, to invite over to play. And clinging fiercely to them- Children can be assertive when they want to, you know!- So that drips of someone else's dreams blur the mind until the very first blinking sight of true light.

The difference was that she used to do it out of loneliness- Childish in the way that she would cling to those who wanted to leave, sniffling and begging that they sleep in just a few more minutes, see a little bit more. But Missus Yui Uzuki was different.

It did not seem /right/, in a way, for the Solarian Princess to /dislike/ someone. But didn't it make so veryvery much /sense/? Yui was such a strange and selfish woman, always trying to follow Uncle Hyuga and never leaving him alone, taking his sword and his Gear and even fighting him, never knowing when to stop! And even then even then, even /THEN/! Hyuga liked her so much, gave her so much attention, tried to keep her out of harm's way...

Khiea was not sure she liked how jealousy felt.

But none of that was important now. There was a festival in Bledavik and performances and music and funfunfun of all types! It was important to be happy. What if she didn't have the chance to go to a festival like this for a longlong time? So she couldn't brood about Jasper, or Mister Ryoji or all the littlestupidsilly things that stressed her out so! She /needed/ to be happy.

So it wasn't /her/ fault if she just happened to dump some venting, black-painted nightmares on a poor Missus Uzuki who just /happened/ to have the bad luck to be asleep.

Festivals were meant to be enjoyed, after all!

And it was so very /easy/ to be happy.