For a moment, just a small moment, their eyes locked. Those thoughts of dancing cards and smoking walruses drifted through her mind again. "What do they mean....?"
They were rather annoying, because it wasn't truely possible for any of that to happen. Unless someone had a LOT
of money and time on their hands, to create such lavish costumes. That moment they shared, staring into another's eyes, is something Dyann would treasure forever. For that moment gave her the feeling that she belonged. That she finally found a long lost friend. She would never let it go.
The moment would've been better if it weren't for those people dressed up as zombies, what with their inconsistent moans. "Yes-yes. You have wonderful costumes. Do you mind, however?" She couldn't help but be her blunt self. She was having a moment with this pink and purple striped fellow with the cat ears and tail. Why did they have to ruin it? Although, had she really paid attention to the fellow in the tree, she would have noticed the look of panic on his face. But no, Dyann was being Dyann, and standing her ground at the face of danger.
As the zombies kept shuffling towards her, a breeze blew from her right, and something in her brain snapped, like a trigger. Alice It was like a faint memory, calling her nickname that just her family used for her. Why, in all of the places and times, would she be hearing it now? This night was just going to get stranger and stranger, wasn't it? The stench of death and decay, however, would just be getting worse. Death and decay, two of the most unpleasant smells, would be the saving point in Dyann's little world within the world. It brought her back to solid ground and gave her the sense of danger. "Oh....." It finally hit her, those weren't costumes. They were actual, flesh eating zombies. She took a step back, raising her left arm as if that would save her, panic starting to sink into her brain.
A silent cry pulsed through her brain, through her entire being, begging for help. With hardly any response time, she heard a "poof" and the next thing she knew, the white haired fellow in the pink and purple striped sweater was crouching atop one of the zombies. He had a slight look of panic on her face, that quickly changed to glee as he disappeared in another could of smoke to land behind the other zombie, back to his tree branch, to the left of Dyann, before stopping right in front of her. Their noses touched and it was like a surge of electricity ran from his nose to her entire body. The thoughts of mad Queens and tiny Kings bounced around her head like a bouncy ball. She placed her right hand to her temple in hopes of stopping the ball-like thoughts, but it sadly didn't work.
She stood there, rooted to the dewing grass, nose to nose with the white haired boy with the cat ears, who apparently could dissipate in a could of pink and purple smoke. Blinking a bit, it all seemed vaguely familiar, yet new all at the same time. He spoke of loosing something, and before she could reply that she had not, in fact, lost anything, he continued. Rattling on about memories and oddly enough, keeping their heads in the sky. It wasn't until he turned at the sound of the first zombie regaining it's footing before she was able to move again. She gasped loudly, almost as if she had been holding her breath. What was this feeling? Why was she not terrified of the boy would could teleport?
He held out his hand and spoke of time to fly, and Dyann stood there for a minute. "Flying? Th-that's impossible....." She did grab his hand though, for the zombies were just within reach of the boy, and she let her instincts take over. Gripping his hand so they couldn't be separated, she started to run. To her relief, he followed without a second thought. Making her way back into the dense of clustered trees, she weaved them in between each one, praying silently that they weren't following. Once she turned back to look at her new companion, thinking he would be panicking or have a look that would suggest he was being dragged around by a crazy woman, but what she found was the exact opposite. He looked positively thrilled. Like there was nothing else he would rather be doing right at this moment then running away with zombies with her.
After dodging a few more trees, she slowed to a stop, resting an arm against a tree as she tried to catch her breath. Turning to make sure he was okay, she noticed they were still holding hands. Quickly letting go, she tucked some of her hair behind her ear. Still faintly panting, she decided to ask some questions. "Who... who are you? And... what did you need.. with a lighter?" She wasn't going to ask about the zombies, or why she was having visions of her book, or why he had ears and a tail. Oh no. That was too simple. She was ever so set on why this young man wanted a lighter.