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Cahira is my main character while Conroy is a side character. Conroy’s backstory had been pretty underdeveloped for a while, but once I started diving in, it got heavier (more than I intended). 😅

CAHIRA

The dramatic entrance of the young woman diverted Cahira’s attention, which was soon captured by the woman’s declaration of freedom. As the woman, Rihanna the Loki, dodged the exasperated Lord Castle, Cahira took note of the people around her. Pink hair, porcupine hair, coiled hair, sculpted hair- a sharp hiss escaped Cahira while she silently cursed the arrogant dolt of man who had now won yet another victory over her in tripping her thinking pattern.

Still, she admitted to herself, perhaps I was a bit harsh on the young man. He may have lashed out at me in that manner to cover his insecurities. The poor- “Gah!” Cahira shrieked as Rihanna yanked her off her feet, dashing to the stage.

“Well, that was fun!” the girl exclaimed, twirling around.

Cahira was too busy trying to calm her galloping heart to disagree.

“Denari?” Rihanna murmured, her voice dropping abruptly.

Cahira glanced towards the man standing close by. Porcupine hair.

“I suppose I’m not dreaming then.”

Cahira snorted since scoffing took too much air

“Seriously, a revolution? Isn’t that a little overkill, Rhianna?” the man, apparently named Denari, chided.

“Who wants to dream about a fashion show? Where’s the fun in that?” Rihanna snapped back, hands on placed on her hips.

“Where’s the harm?” Denari shot back.

Despite them realizing they were not dreaming but instead in a different world, Rihanna and Denari were handling it well. No, even better than well. They were handling it fashionably, which snipped away at the rapidly disappearing fuse of Cahira’s patience.

“Since when do you wear an earring?” Rihanna suddenly demanded. She pointed at the offending object dangling from Denari’s ear.

Denari ignored the question, asking the question that Cahira had long been expecting. “Where are we?”

Before Rihanna could concoct another ridiculous claim about their surroundings, Cahira jumped in. “We are in a castle that this governed by Lord Castle, whom Rihanna had the sense enough to enrage with her reckless actions out of her ungrounded belief that she was in a dream.”

Rihanna’s eyes gleamed. “This better than any dream I’ve ever had!”

Denari asked another sensible question. “Is there any way we can go back?”

“No, we are trapped here until Lord Castle sees fit to send us back,” Cahira declared, her voice taking a melancholy tone as she reveled in her position of knowledge.

 

Abrielle, you can change your characters’ responses if they’re not, well, in character. 😉