How Mal saw Auradon was perhaps predictable to those who knew her well, and probably surprising to those Missrecalled who had not interacted with the young queen much.
Mal's dreamspace of Auradon was bright, very bright. As in there were places that took in and bounced back so much light they hurt to look directly at. The walls, the windows, the perfect lawn. All of it almost painfully bright clean and pristine. And everything seemed slightly off, slightly uncanny valley until one realized why it was so wrong. It was wrong because the doors and windows were all slightly off, as were the chairs in the out door seating area of the campus. The doors were too short and narrow, compared to usual. The windows higher than they ought to be. The chairs were all just too small, and the tables too tall.
Mal wandered the dreamscape, wondering at the change. It both was exactly how she saw Auradon generally and also wrong. The artist in her saw the schism. But unaware that she was dreaming, she did not know what the cause was, nor how to fix it. But at least there was a canvas on an easel - a large one - on the lawn outside the castle. And painting helped her to put aside her unease, especially since she was working in watercolours, which was not at all her usual medium.
Anyone finding her will see her working on a painting of a large purple dragon flying over a calm lake alongside a pavilion. Those who have been to Auradon before the incident that sent away the natives and drew in so many people from other realities might recognize the enchanted lake as the scene of her painting. But for everyone else, it is just a painting of the odd juxtaposition of calm tranquil space by a clear lake and a large vibrant dragon overhead; the dragon's reflection softening over the water.
NPC - Mal | OTA
Mal's dreamspace of Auradon was bright, very bright. As in there were places that took in and bounced back so much light they hurt to look directly at. The walls, the windows, the perfect lawn. All of it almost painfully bright clean and pristine. And everything seemed slightly off, slightly uncanny valley until one realized why it was so wrong. It was wrong because the doors and windows were all slightly off, as were the chairs in the out door seating area of the campus. The doors were too short and narrow, compared to usual. The windows higher than they ought to be. The chairs were all just too small, and the tables too tall.
Mal wandered the dreamscape, wondering at the change. It both was exactly how she saw Auradon generally and also wrong. The artist in her saw the schism. But unaware that she was dreaming, she did not know what the cause was, nor how to fix it. But at least there was a canvas on an easel - a large one - on the lawn outside the castle. And painting helped her to put aside her unease, especially since she was working in watercolours, which was not at all her usual medium.
Anyone finding her will see her working on a painting of a large purple dragon flying over a calm lake alongside a pavilion. Those who have been to Auradon before the incident that sent away the natives and drew in so many people from other realities might recognize the enchanted lake as the scene of her painting. But for everyone else, it is just a painting of the odd juxtaposition of calm tranquil space by a clear lake and a large vibrant dragon overhead; the dragon's reflection softening over the water.