Re: Antagonist’s Anarchy: Derived from Dianthus
Ydalon
Once more back in his rags, the sugary world had frosted a smile on the youth's face. Wide blue eyes roamed about in wonder, and the itch up his nose suggested that pretty ponies were not far off, likely grazing pinkly on cotton plants in the sourceless light. He felt... buoyant.
There were voices raised behind him, but Ydalon had no thought for the wonder and shock of others, so occupied was he with his own. This amazing, strange place. So like a young girl's dream in many of the ways he'd imagined it. Safe, bountiful, painfully fluorescent and alive. Don't ask questions now. It's perfect.
OOC: Would that be a dark blue crystal or a dark pink one?
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