In one of the furthest dream bubbles, far away from any of the living trolls, stood a young troll with blank eyes and a hole through her head. She lived forever in her fondest memory of another troll who left the world of the living some time ago. She was having a hard time dealing with that fact that he still hadn't visited her.
"What was it like for you?" The dead troll spoke softly to the gal garbed in red.
Aradia smiled down at the short, young troll, "It was hard in the beginning, but I wasn't alone. The voices spoke to me and told me what to do, when to do it and why it should happen." Her wings fluttered as she spoke, leaving the young troll in awe, "He'll come eventually, he'll remember this memory and he'll be glad he won't visit it alone."
" I've been waiting a long time." Her soft tone seemed to grow irritated, "I think he's forgotten about me."
Aradia kept her smile, but her eyes betrayed her, "He's very prideful about his blood color, and yours," The brown blood looked down, frowning before her, "I'm sure he hasn't forgotten."
The brown blood forced a smile, the dream bubble would be leaving soon, "You're a really sweet Maid of Death, Aradia, thank you for visiting me."
Aradia nodded, smiling brighter as the young troll drifted away, her eyes fluttered with her wings as she drifted back to her living friends. Hoping her lies will keep the poor ghost of a girl happy till her dream bubble is destroyed.