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Delirium had been settling in easily with the Realm that was like her Realm, but not. In fact, she felt at home here. People didn't seem to mind the changing, and therefore didn't mind that she wasn't exactly static herself. Static. That was a funny word. "Stat. Ic." Repeated outloud as boots crunched through the snow. "Tastes funny. Like mutable better, has more spiciness." She was talking to Barnabas, of course, who was just a little ahead of the woman. She paused, listening, and then laughed.

"And what of vases and containers?" This asked with a girlish giggle and shake of hair the colour of sunrises with pinks and oranges over mostly-reds. Digging in the pockets of her jacket, she pulled out a bottle container.

Inside was a bubble solution, which was what Del was playing with as she meandered along. Bubbles of all shapes and colours floated through the air, creating a trail of sorts that marked where she had been. One particular bubble was in the shape of an air creature, yellow and green and bright against the cloudy sky. Bubble-Dragon blew out a puff of 'smoke,' little bubbles bursting forth from its mouth, and then went to go seek out its own adventure.