Haha, no, I don't ship them. I just wondered what would happen if they met.~

Also, this is my own take on the dream bubbles and the troll-lusus relationships. If you're going to get picky about it, then just save us both the trouble and don't read it.

The sky shimmered before changing from a deep blue to a pale yellow. I looked around. The flat, grassy fields I had been walking on changed to rolling hills of white. Huge teapots and teacups replaced the huge, jagged rocks that I had grown accustomed to. A green waterfall ran over the peaks of mountains in the distance, possibly the source of the river that ran in front of me. I knelt down and took a handful of the soil. What I had thought to be sand was actually thousands of sugar cubes coating the hills. Scowling, I tossed them down the slope. They bounced away from me and plopped into the river. They slowly dissolved. Pulling my hood up, I scrambled down the slope and sloshed across the green river. It was surprisingly warm. I continued to walk.

I don't remember how long I have been walking. Pedigrees, seasons, sweeps- none of that matters to me anymore. None of it matters here. Silly things like time are held on to for a while before being tossed aside and forgotten completely. I've forgotten a lot of things since getting here, wherever here is. Like where I was going, or why I was still going.

I think I can remember why I was going, but it's just a speculation. I think I'm still looking for her. She must be here by now too. Hope used to flare in my chest when I entered a new bubble, because part of me thought that I could be that much closer to finding her. Now, hope just kind of clicks repeatedly like a burner that wants to light but there's nothing to keep it going. I can't remember a whole lot anymore, but I can remember her. I only can remember her.

The ground beneath my feet had changed from shifty sugar cubes to more solid ground. I looked up to find a cave yawning before me. Remains of shattered teacups were everywhere. I looked around before going in. The only suggestion that there was life inside the cave was a trail of huge, sugar-laced paw prints. They appeared to be old though, as if they entered but never exited. There was something ominous about that. Against my better judgment, I went inside anyway.

The cave was dark and smelled like the earth; much like the one I knew when I was young. The path dipped downward, like I was still traveling downhill, which I probably was. The path underfoot was slick. Keeping my hand on the wall, I stumbled through the darkness. I wasn't entirely sure where I was going, but I when do I ever? I could sense other passages branching off of this one, meaning I there was little chance I'd stick to the right trail to get out of here again. For some reason, this didn't really bother me though. Lost in thought, my knee met something sharp; possibly a rock or another broken teacup. Spitting curses, I lost my footing and tumbled down the slope. Cursing the mother grub that bore me, I picked myself up. My body hurt but I didn't think it was anything serious. I took two steps before I gasped at what I had nearly run into.

Chalk was scattered on the ground, along with pools of blood and more water from that river. The wall in front of me was covered in drawings, drawn either with the chalk or blood. My pulse quickened when I realized I could identify them. They seemed a little off from what I remembered, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I traced my fingers over the drawing that was Arenea. It had been such a long time since I ran into her last. She was watching the Alpha kids when I saw her, but not like I gave a shit at the time. I wonder who drew these here, I thought. I already had an answer though. It was she. I knew it was. She loved to draw; she was always drawing on things. I smiled when I found a drawing of her. Even scrawled on the rough, red clay wall with green chalk, she was still beautiful. Something slid down my face. I clamped my eyes shut and wiped up the single tear with my sleeve.

I didn't cry when I got here. I never mourned my own death. I felt like I had done what I needed to and I could leave. I didn't even cry when the jade-blood was killed. She had done so much for me, but I couldn't bring myself to cry. I thought that she would be in a better place here, away from the harsh caste system and all the death. I never wept for them. But when she died... I think I wept for days. Of course, she died sweeps after I did, and to a natural death, but to think that she would have suffered all that time...

I probably would have realized my situation if I had not been moping over things I could have never changed. No matter now, I guess. Something huge landed in the middle of my back and sent me sprawling. I rolled over to see the face of a large cat, white as the landscape and not at all as sweet. It jumped and landed on top of me, a growl rumbling in its throat. I gasped as long claws dug into my shoulder, red blood spilling out and staining its claws. It opened its two mouths and roared at me. This is it, I thought. Here I go, double-ghost time. I heard something shatter and rapid footsteps.

"No!" someone yelped. "Off, down!"

The weight was lifted off of me and the growling stopped. Someone shooshed the cat and hurried over to me. I sat up. She stopped and stared at me, as if she saw a ghost. Wait, I guess she did. After a moment of disbelieving silence she was able to spit out what she had meant to say.

"K-Karkitty?"