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[center][h2]Swift Dreams are made of this[/h2][/center]


It was about time. Ashevelen was ready once more to travel the world. Once more ready to embark on what she knew best, what could go wrong? What could happen now? 

Or that's what she thought when suddenly, a massive celestial object appeared in the night's sky. A moon. Different from the ever burning one which a divine believed it was fun to set alight. 

Interested beyond measure about the new divine that surely created it, Ashevelen took a deep breath and accelerated her movements to a speed worthy of the transmission aspect. In mere seconds, her form blurred, took flight and appeared on one side of the moon. 

Releasing a burst of divine energy to announce her presence to the deity of the moon, Ashevelen looked around with interest. There was air on the moon but was very different from the one on the world below, unsuitable for mortals and trees all over with some weird looking fruits. Interesting looking place for one looking for special materials to sell. 

The burst of divine energy was answered quickly enough with a burst in return… followed by the entity that released said burst as they zoomed to the scene of a new friend like a cat when the fey mood struck. 

Despite being able to move at the speed of the divine for the final stretch siix hooves pranced along the soil of their moon, occasionally launching the beautifully colored equine into the air completely and swimming along with the fins on their legs and the tendrils helping to drive them forward like a odd sea creature through the depths. 

Their cloud-like and poofy mane, tail and fins were currently a delightful green and black colour that blended with their white coat perfectly, though it seemed that the black might have been fading with shades of red prepared to slip in and take their place.    

With a small degree of fashionable showponyship, the entity landed before Ashevelen with a wonderful landing and a mane flick that would have looked better if it didn’t look like they were throwing a bag of limes over their shoulder but was still awesome anyway. A smile appeared on the equine's face as they greeted “[color=f6989d]Well hello there. Welcome to my domain. Your fashionable lateness is much appreciated, for it allowed me to get some final touches to the place done![/color]” 

With a smile, Ashevelen waited patiently for the divine that replied to her flare and what she saw made her chuckle in a friendly manner as the divine made their entrance, they reminded her of Myrtu. Same style and almost the same form. 

“[color=aa6c39] Greetings sibling. A pleasure to meet you. Lateness? I’m never late, just getting to places just at the right time. I’m known as Ashevelen, the Lady of the Swift Trade and Shadows. [/color]” replied Ashe while a dark-golden shower of coins made of shadows swirled around her. 

“[color=aa6c39] You’ve got quite an interesting domain, if I may say so. Unsuitable for the mortals down below but interesting either way. [/color]” 

Tilting their head slightly to the side, Aethel was quick to chuckle. “[color=f6989d]Oh, we’re not siblings. I remember all the Monarch’s children and you weren’t among them. As for you not being late…[/color]” The smirk that appeared was playful in nature before they continued “[color=f6989d]You would think that the appearance of a new moon in orbit would have drawn immediate attention, but no. You’re the first to accept the invitation to visit and it took you a while.[/color]” 

Playful teasing aside, one of their tendrils reached up to scratch their own chin as they introduced themself as “[color=f6989d]You can call me Aethel. My domain is that of dreams. Though from the sounds of it, you’re less here to stop by and say hello and more here to find some new resource to profit from, yes?[/color]”  

“[color=aa6c39] Ah’ but that’s where you’re mistaken. We are all siblings as we are divine beings, irrelevant of who created us in the first place. Some of our siblings down there, used their willpower to ascend to divinity, others were given to them aeons ago, I out-traded a primordial being and earned my divinity. The origin is of no consequence. [/color]” replied Ashe with a wink before continuing.

“[color=aa6c39] Anyways, apologies for not noticing your creation earlier. I have been busy with my own realm, the Shadow Bazaar. [/color]” said Ashe while snapping her fingers making a portal beside her, if one would look through the portal, they would see the Shadow Bazaar from high above in real time. Traders pedding their goods, mortals of all shapes or colours going around and so on.

“[color=aa6c39] I am always looking for business but I did come to say hello too. I wasn’t sure to whom, tho’. We haven’t met but you do remind me of Myrtu, another one of our divine brothers. [/color]” continued Ashe as the portal stopped showing the images of the Shadow Bazaar and showed an image of Myrtu in all of his splendour. 

There was a small shrug of the shoulders in response to the claims of ‘siblinghood’. If Ashe was going to assume a relationship that wasn’t actually there, who was Aethel to discourage it? The news that she had achieved divinity via out-trading a different divine being got her a small and polite round of clapping as two of some of Aethel’s many tendrils came together in front of them. 

The ‘Shadow Bazaar’ that was showcased through the portal got a proper inspection, but there didn’t seem to be any major interest on Aethel’s face at the sight of it. Myrtu on the other hoof. “[color=f6989d]...Well now. I wasn’t expecting to encounter such a beautiful stallion that I didn’t have a part in creating.[/color]” There seemed to be a spark of excitement at the prospect of meeting this entity, but with a small shake of their head they turned their attention back to their guest. 

“[color=f6989d]Well… since you’ve come all this way just to meet little old me, it would be rude of me not to provide hospitality. Plus this would be a wonderful chance for us both to sample the fruits of my realm.[/color]” Turning slightly from side to side to inspect some of the nearby, if scattered fruit trees, Aethel hummed a soft ‘Eenie, Meanie, Minie… You’ before crossing the distance between themself and the chosen tree in question in less than a blink, selecting two of the pale, white skinned fruits at random (One in the shape of a more traditional apple while another seemed to be a lemon) before darting back to the spot they had been at before and offering the lemon shaped bounty to their guest. 

“[color=f6989d]I admit, I have no idea what this is going to taste like. Try to enjoy the experience.[/color]”

“[color=aa6c39] I’ll make sure to let Myrtu know if I see him before you do. Stallion tho’? Have a look down below, all of his creations share his form in a way or the other. They’re quite interesting. [/color]” replied Ashe with a wink before looking at the fruits Aethel chose. A lemon and an apple. 

Ashevelen took the lemon and smelled it, then inspected it on all sides of it. After all, this could all be an elaborate trap or something that can kill divines. She’s seen the latter a few times by this point and with the existence of Oa in this world, it was dangerous to eat stuff from strangers even if said strange was another divine being.

Deciding there’s no actual danger for now, Ashevelen took a bite out of it. As soon as the fruit was in her mouth, a very bad taste got into her mouth. She was overcome by the taste of blood and murder. The taste of evil and for a second, she could swear she was killing someone with her bare arms. Before the feeling could continue, Ashevelen focused on her Transmission aspect and transferred all the information her brain would receive, such as pain, taste etc to an unknown Umbra somewhere in the Bazaar. 

“[color=aa6c39] Apologies, sibling. But this thing tastes awful and very, very, weird…Interesting nonetheless. I haven’t seen something that can affect divines in a long time. What does it do to mortals? [/color]” said Ashe. 

Biting into the apple, Aethel didn’t have anywhere near as extreme a reaction as their guest did. If anything they looked mildly disappointed. Talking to themselves, they muttered “[color=f6989d]So watered down and limited in scope… oh well.[/color]” before looking back at Ashe and her question. “[color=f6989d]It shouldn’t have any adverse effect on a mortal… at least beyond personal taste. I guess I should explain.[/color]” 

Gesturing towards the ‘apple’ in their grip and the ‘lemon’ in her hand, Aethel started “[color=f6989d]I call these Dreamers Fruit. The name is quite literal. Each fruit is infused with the distilled essence of a dream or nightmare that has been experienced somewhere. Of course no one would see the actual details of the original dream or nightmare because those are [i]personal[/i], but it does mean that each individual fruit is unique.[/color]”

A chuckle escaped them as they glanced at their own apple shaped fruit. “[color=f6989d]Of course, not all dreams or nightmares are created equal. The dream behind this fruit was rather limited and mild. But sometimes you need to be disappointed by mediocrity in order to make the true gems all the grander.[/color]”

Turning back to Ashe, the smile easily returned. “[color=f6989d]Of course, tastes are subjective. A mild dream might be ideal for someone else, while what you just tasted would be heavenly to someone else. And I’m sure you’ve noticed that you can’t tell the difference between them, yes?[/color]”

“[color=aa6c39] Dreamers Fruit and they’re infused with the dreams or nightmares of the mortals. I have noticed that, indeed. Quite a peculiar fruit you’ve created, sibling. On one side, they could be used for a number of purposes if one would be able to determine what exactly they’re getting. Food or drinks for example. On the other side, one could use these as drugs. They just need a bit rebranding for that. I might have to take a few and see what I can do with them. [/color]” replied Ashe with a grin before playfully slapping her forehead, as if she remembered something very important.

“[color=aa6c39]It explains your late arrival, there were no mortals around here. No dreams, no nightmares and talking about mortals, do you need some? In exchange for some seeds to plant in the Bazaar. I’ve got lots of them or maybe some animals? [/color]” with a snap of her fingers a Dawnborn, a Satyr, a Tarsk, a Umbra and a Sanguis Equis coin appeared between each of Ashevelen’s fingers. 

Extending the hand with the coins, Ashevelen presented each of them to Aethel. “[color=aa6c39] Please, have a look. Touch each coin and they will show you the capabilities, the lifespan and everything else about them. Besides the Sanguis Equis, they’re all my creations. Highly customizable for any purpose you may have in mind. [/color]” 

A small chuckle escaped from Aethel at her offer. “[color=f6989d]Ashy, I have no interest in there being life here. Maybe in time that might change, but for now the silence my domain offers is pleasant to me. Somewhere to fall back and rest between trips down to the world below.[/color]” They actually paused for a moment before asking “[color=f6989d]Is it still called Galbar?[/color]” 

Showing a small habit of focusing on a number of different subjects at once, they quickly rounded back to the deal in the making. “[color=f6989d]Now, I am very protective of my trees. I don’t want just [i]anyone[/i] having access to them after all. I mean I created them on a moon without any animals and an atmosphere that mortals can’t breathe. However, I [i]could[/i] bring myself to part with some seeds. In exchange for a favour to be called in sometime in the future.[/color]”

One of Aethel’s front hooves was offered in a manner of shaking hands. “[color=f6989d]In exchange for a service or object I deem of equal value, I will happily provide you with enough seeds that you could grow a small orchard of Dreamers Fruit Trees to do with as you wish. Are these terms acceptable to you?[/color]” 

“[color=aa6c39] I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t call me like that, sibling. But fair enough, I understand the need for silence at times. Seeds for a favour. Hmm. I prefer not to owe favours to other divines but I could offer you one of two great artefacts that I’ve purchased in my travels, if you wish. One, a sword. More beautiful than any other and as sharp as one can make it or a cloak that will make you invisible to anything, even other divines. Surely either could be useful. [/color]” replied Ashe with a charming smile, her annoyance unseen on her face. 

“[color=aa6c39] I’ve heard multiple names for the world below. Galbar is one of them. [/color]” quickly added Ashe. 

Nodding in thanks at the name situation being cleared up, Aethel was quick to answer “[color=f6989d]I will not call you that again then Ashevelen.That cloak sounds wonderful though. May I see it?[/color]”

Ashevelen put a hand inside her robe and pulled out…nothing or so it seemed. In her hand there was a cloak but it was virtually invisible to anyone but herself, as the owner.
“[color=aa6c39] Might be hard to see but if you grab it from me, it’ll appear to you. Quite an ingenious design, if I say so myself. [/color]” said Ashe as she handed the robe over to Aethel.

What she didn’t mention to Aethel, nor could she find out, is that soon after receiving the cape, Ashevelen imbued a bit of her own power in the cape, allowing it to use the shadows to teleport and of course, for Ashevelen to feel its presence wherever it was in the world. 

There was a brief moment of silence… before Aethel inspected the cloak in question with a small, delightful chuckle to escape them. “[color=f6989d]Very interesting… I believe I could make a great deal of use from this.[/color]” Turning back to Ashevelen, one of their tendrils gestured… and a small basket of pure white seeds that were a third the size of the coins she had originally offered appeared beside them.

The hoof was offered again. “[color=f6989d]I believe we have a deal, Ashevelen.[/color]”

Ashevelen took the hoof and shook it slightly before releasing her hold over the cape.

“[color=aa6c39] Another pleased customer, always a delight. 60 seeds should be more than enough in exchange for an artefact of this magnitude. [/color]” replied Ashe with a charming smile. 

Aethel tilted their head slightly as they accepted the cape… and with a tendril handed over the bucket. “[color=f6989d]I don’t know where you got that number from. You agreed to the bucket and that’s what you’re getting.[/color]”

“[color=aa6c39] I’d argue that you’ve said a small orchard and not a bucket but fine, I’ll let it go this once. [/color]” replied Ashe with a sly grin before snapping her fingers to transport the bucket into the Shadow Bazaar where a few will be planted and accelerated to grow faster while the others would be put in storage, for experimentation.

“[color=aa6c39] Now, you sure I cannot convince you to get some mortals, right? [/color]”

“[color=f6989d]You cannot. And are you suggesting that I wouldn’t provide a bucket big enough to contain enough seeds to start a small orchard? Yee of little faith.[/color]”

“[color=aa6c39] There are 43 of them in there. Little faith is my middle name, Aethel. Now, ta-ta. [/color]” replied Ashe with a smile before teleporting herself away into the Bazaar. 

[hider=Summary]
Ashevelen travels to the newly created moon where she meets someone who looks similar to Myrtu but isn’t. The Hooven Deity of Dreams. They talk a bit and Ashevelen sells the Invisibility Cape for a bucket of Dream Fruit seeds. 
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[color=f6989d][b]Aethel[/b][/color]
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[color=aa6c39]Ashevelen[/color]
Spends 1 MP (off-screen) to imbue the Invisibility Cape with the power of teleporting through shadows while also linking it to Ashevelen’s realm which allows Ashe to know its location at all times. 
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