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Now, Pearl would probably be one of the first to admit how level-headed she was. She never got particularly violent, and other than harmless pranks played on other people, she wasn’t the most confrontational.
(She shudders thinking about Ultimus Vita. How some of the other people there carried a haunted look in their eyes as they called it Last Life, as if they had done something like this before. She'd had no choice there, she didn’t. What occurred there was screwed up and should have never happened. It was some twisted game that decided to pick more victims for their sick enjoyment. It wasn’t her fault. And so, it gets shoved to the back of her mind. It’s best there, anyway; the reminder of explosions and waves of lava cascading around a humble cottage of moss and spruce surrounded by cobblestone walls buried far far in the depths like a twisted fever dream. If they were tucked away she didn't have to think about the fact that she didn't like small hallways anymore, or sometimes couldn't bear the sound of TnT without imagining Ren's panicked face before the smoke shrouded what was left of his form. So there they stayed, hidden in those crevices waiting to haunt her nightmares on an unsuspecting night.)
With that level-headedness came quite a stable mindset. After all, she hadn’t been nearly as affected by the moon as the rest of her fellow members of Boatem had. Then again, she also had not actively participated in their weird moon sacrificials (she heard about the… interesting interaction with Bdubs and Scar) or joined long enough to carry the matching bags that hung below their eyes.
So, where the heck was she?
Because this certainly wasn’t the empty nothingness of the Void that she had been used to for whoever knows how long. She wasn’t even wearing her “spacesuit” that Scar got for them. Instead, she was draped in a dress of earthy green and beige and shimmering gold, and felt a somewhat familiar sensation behind her, not unlike that of an elytra.
Until whatever was behind her moved. Golden feathers came into view, and Pearl had to stop herself from shrieking in surprised terror because she didn’t have wings like these. Compartmentalizing that thought away until she was a bit more sure that this wasn't all a figment of her imagination, she got up. Stepping outside and purposefully ignoring the glint of gilded netherite armor and the crown that rested in the room, she looked out to see fields upon fields of crops, and a towering beanstalk with what seemed to be castle pieces levitating around it. This time, she didn’t stop the shriek from escaping, and ended up scaring off a few birds in the surrounding area. She didn’t have time to admire the amazing scenery or the gorgeous builds that surrounded her. She had no clue where she was, in a different outfit than she was last in, and with no idea of what to do.
She was starting to rethink that previous thought process of not being insane.