The dream, very well hidden, but as the event of her falling asleep came to be, so did a group.. no.. an army full with armed specters in traditional clothing emerge, right in front the entrance to her dreamscape. A young man leading, holds up a scroll and speaks, "The prophecy has been foretold. This should be the place where we'll finally be able to lay our vengeance to rest. After this, our clan will finally be free!", the rest of the army hails loudly.
An older man taps the leader on the shoulder, "Remain cautious, we don't know why were given this chance, we should not take this opportunity lightly. And even though I can't sense her corruption anymore, I'm certain this will still remain a difficult fight."
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The fox-boy twitches his ears trying to pick-up on what the arguing was about. Failing to do so from his bed, he rushes over to the door, slightly opening it, to get a better listen. Worried this might have to do with the rumors going on, he listens carefully to the dispute of his parents.--
"Oh~ What a beguiling appearance", the voice said in a joyful tone.
"You seem to master the art of magic quite well Lyra."And as the table gets placed, out of the garden illusionary vines made out of light grew forward, tangling in within each other until they form an elaborate chair, decorated with flower pieces as white roses bloom open. And even as it looked like it was all just an illusion, something changes within it, as the transparency and glow fade, the chair finally becomes a tangible object with mass.
An empty chair but still no presence of the woman Lyra was talking to. But soon after the chair was done; blue and white light started to collect in the air above, swirling and twirling, and after mere seconds a feminine shape could be distinguished from the light. And as the light begins to settle and softly flows around the head, mimicking the movement of hair, more light gathers around the shoulders and starts to sparkle in a downwards trend leaving what seems to be the cloth of a dress. She shape of light now looks like a ghostly woman. The white light on her head grows fox-ears, and nine threads of light bind themselves at her bottom and thicken in volume. Then the remaining blue light surrounds the whole body once more, shrouding it in an egg-shaped cocoon of light and then, a bright but not harmful flash from it fills the room, and leaves a rather
beautiful fox-lady floating in the air in front of Lyra.
The lady lowers herself onto the chair, seating in a graceful manner,
"I too enjoy to give an elegant entrance. First impressions are quite valuable~", she says then giggles softly.
"Just like the way one does chanoyu."She waits, either for the cat-girl to take a seat as well or for her to pour the tea.
"You may call me Miori, thank you again for accepting me in your.. humble home.", Miori says, staying polite of the overall mediocre look of the storage, well before she let her garden appear that is.