[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c0cc5dd2-d83b-44e2-bfe3-160e192b5573.jpg[/img][/center][hr][h2][center]Location: Facility Library - Outside[/center][/h2][hr][h3][center]Interaction(s): Tristan [@Malice][/center][/h3][hr][center]Mention(s): Doctor Cranham [@Eric Horst]; Caelia [@Aamaya][/center][hr][hr][color=9966CC]Beatrix knew that it was only a matter of time before they came to test her. This was the first time that the dream sharing was only subjects. Maybe if no one talked about it then she’d be fine. But that likely wouldn’t last long so she had a limited window to enjoy the day before they marched her off for testing. Beatrix looked up as Caelia entered the room. She smiled at her but the girl didn't notice. Caelia had few friends if any. Beatrix actually preferred her company most afternoons due to the lack of emotions on the surface which is where most often the random flashes of emotions stirred that she picked up on. The room was a calm blank state. Beatrix was about to ask if Caelia wanted her to read aloud which she often did for others but in walked Tristan. She swallowed nervously. Was this it? Did they send her in to fail the dream testing now? Was Tristan, one of the few white coats she liked, going to perform the test? One she always failed at? She didn't like the tests they weren't conclusive. Ever. She was always punished for the outcome. Dreams were much more mystical than scientific. But that never stopped the tests. Beatrix scooted so that her toes touched the floor on her right foot her left foot curled under her as she leaned forward her hair swinging forward with the slide one normally associated with silk. Tristan's easy happiness filled the air and reminded her of warm sunshine. She relaxed and smiled warmly at him. Then another of the white coats showed up. Doctor Cranham, Sam, showed up. Beatrix was nervous till he started speaking to Caelia. Beatrix looking up at Tristan got up from the window seat. “Tristan would you like to take a walk outside?”[/color]