[ The lack of time within this dream is disorienting for a flower fairy like herself, because the life of a flower fairy revolves around the seasons. The sudden onset of symptoms reminiscent of her heat cycle caught Hazel swiftly off guard - followed by her resorting to the one thing that she does every single time she enters her heat cycle: Isolation.
In heat, the pollen on her flowers is stronger. Much stronger. It's a type of pollen inspiring anyone who smells it to be overwhelmed with the desire to mate with her. This may be a sex hotel (and in some ways, a bit of a free-for-all), but she has her own issues with consent and people feeling obliged to sleep with her, rather than wanting to.
She figured she'd stay put until this ends. Suffer through the symptoms, all on her own, as she is used to. But then ... she hears a knock on the door and her stomach twists into knots of excitement and anxiety when she recognises the scent of the person on the other side. ]
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[ Is Stelle going through the same thing right now...? If that poignant floral smell is anything to go off, Hazel can only assume so. The fairy woman approaches the door wearing a night dress before pulling it open slightly ajar, peering out with bright olive green eyes through the gap in the door, unwittingly sending a flood of her own pollen into the air that Stelle breathes. ]
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In heat, the pollen on her flowers is stronger. Much stronger. It's a type of pollen inspiring anyone who smells it to be overwhelmed with the desire to mate with her. This may be a sex hotel (and in some ways, a bit of a free-for-all), but she has her own issues with consent and people feeling obliged to sleep with her, rather than wanting to.
She figured she'd stay put until this ends. Suffer through the symptoms, all on her own, as she is used to. But then ... she hears a knock on the door and her stomach twists into knots of excitement and anxiety when she recognises the scent of the person on the other side. ]
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[ Is Stelle going through the same thing right now...? If that poignant floral smell is anything to go off, Hazel can only assume so. The fairy woman approaches the door wearing a night dress before pulling it open slightly ajar, peering out with bright olive green eyes through the gap in the door, unwittingly sending a flood of her own pollen into the air that Stelle breathes. ]
Stelle...? A-Are you okay?