Striding behind his concierge into the opulent viewing area that Liaison always provided, Skallagrim noted the new energy signatures of some of those in the room. One niggled at his consciousness, a brief moment where he released a wave of energy that blanketed the room. Energy where he began cataloguing and storing all the details he could amass. 

Following the feline girl with barely a conscious thought as a million upon million bits of information from the room was being assessed and placed in the vault of the Dreamers. When the girl stopped, so did the skeletal being behind her. The whorls of amethyst energies radiating from the eye sockets brightening into a nimbus that drifted around the grinning skull.  It was this radiation of seidhr that revealed more about the Dreamer than had been revealed before. The skull while human like was a bit more elongated, and the facial structure was not quite human.  Something that Liaison and those able to discern the subtle details would surely note. 

Beginning the ritual of welcome, Liaison was starting his spiel, and of course the Cughtagh was going to respond in kind, he had begun forming the gift the Dreaming Queen had staked him to provide Liaison. A fragmented history of a small pocket universe, where the most fundamental laws of the multiverse, ran contrary to expectations. When the intrusion of arrogance from one of the species known as the Ascended. 

There was something about this species that would bear further observation and possibly extending back to the origins of their species to understand their evolution. The insult was not lost on the Cughtagh, who framed the words, parsed their meaning and played them back to the host he had made contact with. Sharing the experience amongst them the moment it had happened. 

[color=7ea7d8]“I am sorry . . . Azakanealina’Kaelin? We seemed to have missed categorizing your species amongst those advanced enough to have been invited here. We shall review the dreaming records and see when you managed to cross the threshold.”[/color]

Turning back to Liaison, Skallagrim bowed slightly, extending a mailed hand. Seated in his palm rest a fragment of the dreaming records. A swirling dark miasma that held the entire history of a pocket universe.  [color=7ea7d8]“Liaison, the Dreaming Queen Scathach, extends her grace and offers you information on the pocket universe Ha’aral Dur. I believe the intricacies of this universe will intrigue you.”
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