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[X] Fully embrace the dreams.
[X] ..is turned outward. The things, the people; they all grab your attention.
The visions you see and experience when you sleep captivate you. In them, you are not a tiny baby looking up at the world, but a woman created with superior faculties. Everything is so much more -real- when you're dreaming.. it's as if the real world you exist in is the fantasy, and not the other way around.
The woman herself- you feel none of the warmth and vibrancy that defined her in your first dream. There is nothing but a cold, emotionless monotone. You learn, but you don't feel. Everything is analyzed and discarded. There is no room for emotion- no, it goes even further than that- there isn't even a concept of such things.
New Trait: Emotionless F
You take note of everyone and everything you can find in your sight. Your relative stoicism is taken as a blessing by some of your caretakers, and an ill omen by others. Some say it's unnatural for a newborn to be as quiet as you are; that your gaze is far too keen. Others shrug it off as a quirk of the royal family, and praise their good fortune that you're so well behaved.
To your mother, there is nothing you could do to make her love you less. You are clearly the center of her world, and most of your time is spent in her arms or in her presence. Your father is a very busy man, but he still makes time whenever he can to see his darling little girl.
The year passes like so, with your every need taken care of by your mother, aided by the multitude of caretakers assigned to the grand castle you call your home. There is only a single notable incident that stands out amongst the everyday scenes.
As you wake from another vision of a far-off land, the maid looking after you gives a high shriek as she looks into your eyes. You cry out in dismay at having your routine disrupted; shouldn't you be getting fed right about now? But no- the maid ushers in your mother, who gasps upon seeing you as well. "Her eyes.."
She picks you up, cradling you in her arms as she smiles. "..they're beautiful. Such a gorgeous crimson~"
The maid looks uneasy, obviously unsatisfied with your mother's response. "Is she.. spirit-touched..?"
Your mother looks sharply at her, her voice unusually stern. "What makes you think that? It's an unusual shade, to be sure- but I'll not have you spreading nonsense like that around."
And so it remains unremarked upon, except in whispered conversations. You don't understand what the fuss is about, but things continue the same as they ever were afterward, so you don't think overly much about it.
Your first birthday is a grand celebration with many in attendance- you get to see many more new faces than you usually do, although the significance of the event largely escapes you. You take the opportunity to observe the people. Most of them are.. cold. Not the emotionless void you're familiar with, either- it's an icy demeanor that speaks with subtle jabs and veiled words. It's totally unlike the warmth and kindness of your mother and father. You don't like it.. at all, but you have no choice in the matter, forcing you to stay in this cold atmosphere until your party is concluded.
You advance another year. More dreams await you; how do you view them?
[ ] Fully embrace the dreams.
[ ] Passively observe the dreams.
[ ] Reject the dreams.
In your second year of life, you mostly recognize the faces of those who care for you. Whom do you favor?
[ ] Your mother.
[ ] Your father.
[ ] Your favorite maid.
