Fading Memory

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

I appreciate that feedback. My initial fear was being too slow and people losing interest in the initial slice of life angle of the prologue because they were anticipating the ‘skip’. These sorts of things are why I ask these questions :)

I’ll adjust my intended pacing a bit moving forward.

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

Alright, we’re a few months in and so far we’re having some good activity and I’m super excited with how this has all started in this prologue.

I like to field this question every so often in roleplays I run, TTRPG and otherwise; Everyone enjoying themselves so far? Any initial disappointments or joys? I know we’re early on roleplaywise, but we’ve all been hanging out for a few months and I just like to touch base with people. How’s the pacing? Am I dragging things out, or does it feel right? Etc.

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

“Who carved these?”
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“Wait! We’re meeting a princess right? Isn’t there any, like, etiquette we need to be aware of? What do we call her? Do we bow?”

Sidney Malcolm

Eckehart’s smile grows positively toothy; the curve of his lips making the sharpness of his fangs quite apparent in the brightness of this night. He bows to Sidney partially, flourishing an arm towards the bridge as if to capture the fullness of it with his outstretched hand.

“Bikura of ages past, detailing the three crucial enlightenments of Yo’Bikur. The first is the wisdom of the creatures we call the Dralask, the lone wanderers of the wood, whose lonely songs were the first voices of Yo’Bikur. Before there ever were Bikura, the Dralask were singing The Song. These days they are rare creatures indeed, hermits of peace and guidance in the deep wood. The second is the grace of the mighty Tyrdania, the keepers of the River Springs. Their strength is terrible, but the waters of Yo’Bikur are sacred and they guard their springs jealously. Because of them you may drink of any waters in the Dreamlands with no fear- but be gentle should they pass. Their writings upon the waters were a mystery for many lifetimes, but eventually it was learned that they transcribed The Song upon the waters. The last was the Throat of the World, the tall peak beyond all other peaks from whom all other mountains are but roots; it is from there that the air itself is carried from the lungs of Yo’Bikur and on it the Song. From these things did the first Bikura learn; Voice, Water, and Air. It is these things we cherish still, and this bridge tells of that reverence.”

He laughs more fully, Sidney’s etiquette concerns seeming to please him greatly.

“Do what feels right; we Bikura are stewards and governors but not lords over any. We maintain the Harmony of things, and choose our leadership from amongst ourselves. Usually this is the True Voice, sometimes it is not. Address her as you wish, and if she takes offense she will let you know. If you wish to know, I call her simply ‘Princess’, most ‘Rulania’, and her brother, whose own name is Ralek, calls her ‘Lania’. I bow, but most do not unless it is their culture to do so. Use whatever greeting is appropriate to yourselves and she will be delighted.”

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

Lo, weep for I am become exhaustion itself. Do I dream or do I wake? Irrelevant, perhaps, for regardless I have you all and it makes the suffering worthwhile.

𝕯𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊 ✦ 𝔞 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶

	Valmial the Ineffable Valmial the Ineffable _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ▮▮▮▮▮║▮▮▮▮▮ Magician/// ║ Ancestral Conduit Draconbreed//// ║ Nightfire

Valmial the Ineffable

Valmial the Ineffable
Valmial the Ineffable

T H E S K E L E T O N T H E S K E L E T O N _______________________________________________ "The blood I bear is the same blood that once ruled these lands. The bones of the earth remember. The waters, salted and fresh, remember. The very air itself whispers of the halcyon days of my ancestor's sovereignty. Stand beside me and we shall rejoice in my birthright together." T H E S K U L L T H E S K U L L N A M E ║ Valmial the Ineffable A G E ║ 42 (D.o.B: 99963) G E N D E R ║ Male: He/Him/His R A C E ║ Draconbreed S U B -R A C E ║ Nightfire M A G I C ║ ⬤ T H E S P I N E T H E S P I N E T O W N ║ Starspire R E G I O N ║ Sunbow, port to the interior sea P O P U L A T I O N ║ ~150,000 C E N S U S ║ Humans; Elves; Orcs T R A D E ║ Sea Trade N A M E S A K E ║ The Starspire Astrolabe and Observatory ✦ ✦ ✦ P A R E N T ║ The Grand Duke Zelbam Hippokrates, Lord Preceptor of Starspire Tower. S I B L I N G ║ Titus Hippokrates, Oldest Half-Brother, Heir to the Duke Zelbam, a capable statesman S I B L I N G ║ Erme Hippokrates, Older Half-Sister, witch-in-exile for heretical leanings, removed from succession. S I B L I N G ║ Victorine Hippokrates, Older Half-Sister, preceptor of the Starspire Tower. S I B L I N G ║ Edsel Hippokrates, younger half-brother, estranged-yet-acknowledged wandering swordsman of the family lineage. S I B L I N G ║ Winmar Hippokrates, known as "The Darkling", youngest half-brother of Valmial, a half-elf of Orph descent. An oft overlooked and mischievous sort. T R I V I A ║ Each of the Duke Zelbam Hippokrates' children are by different mothers, but Valmial and Winmar are the only bastard-born children. Unlike the human-borns, Winmar and Valmial neither know nor have ever met their mothers. L I M B S L I M B S W E A P O N 1 ║ The Starspire Sceptre - Long brass staff cunningly crafted to double as a long-view telescope. It bears an intricate design motif reminiscent of the Starspire Tower, crowned with a jagged depiction of the crescent moon that comes to a rather impressive edge. A R M O R ║ Starspire Robes and draconic scale - Valmial is a scion of the Duke of Starspire, and as such has the fine robes of an astrologer and nobleman. His scales are thick and layered more heavily than is ordinary for one of his race, and are suitable enough protection for a man dedicated to the sorcerous arts. T R I N K E T ║ The Divine Symbol of Mastrix - This holy trinket remains bound about his right arm at all times by a leather cord which keeps it taut against the scales of his arm. C O N T E N T S P E C K S ║ 1,000 Pecks B A C K P A C K ║ ///✦ Journal, Quill, Ink ///✦ Soap ///✦ A Bundle of Torches ///✦ Spare Clothing and a Bedroll ///✦ Signet Ring of the Duke of Starspire

T H E F L E S H & M U S C L E T H E F L E S H & M U S C L E 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖓 S U B L C A S S ║ Ancestral Conduit The blood is strong in Valmial; his lineage harkens back to the Elder Dragon Vertyristix, renowned supplicant of the Goddess Mastrix. The legend of the two regards them as ill-fated compatriots in study, scholars of the highest order who sought to understand the nature of the Great Ruin that was fated to befall the world. Long was their toil and rich was their companionship, until at last the madness of the dragonkin began to take root in even Mighty Vertyristix. In the end, the Elder Wyrm turned upon Mastrix and tried to devour her and take upon itself the mantle of the God of Magic- but though their duel in the heavens is the stuff of song, the Wyrm was cast down and broken upon the earth. Mastrix, taking pity upon the madness of her friend, put her blessing upon those of his bloodline and instilled them with great power- but the dragon's madness is also said to be a curse upon its offspring, the final pride and hubris of Vertyristix laying like a hidden serpent within the blood of its children. This cursed legacy belongs to Valmial. The ancestral knowledge of Vertyristix flows in his veins and he hears the whispers of the mad Dragon in his dreams, imparting dark and twisted flows of the arcane into his mind. Long has he wielded caution when listening to the longing within his blood- but the time for ambition is nigh, and Ordai'El beckons. Those who have heard of Valmial speak of him as being the Dragon Reborn, his keen mind delving deeper into the fundamentals of the Magical Schools and seeking to wrest from those depths the ultimate control of the Arcane. In short, Valmial's bloodline resonates with the knowledge of his progenitor Dragon and it guides him on the path of imposing his will upon the Arcane. ▮▮▮▮▮ ║ ▮▮▮▮▮ SKILLS RACIAL SKILL ║ DRAGON'S FEAR - The high dragons never really used their powers to subjugate or harm others. Instead, they spoke in terrifying absolutes that were able of causing lower dragons to cower in fear and mortals to die. The nightfire can summon that might and cause mortals to become supernaturally frightened. Once per day Valmial can activate this to try to supernaturally frighten any beast that understands the common language and can hear. It is automatically successful for basic enemies but will require a coinflip for NPCs/PCs/Sidebosses. It does not work against minibosses. CLASS SKILL ║ PRIMORDIAL SURGE - There is no perfect spell for every situation, sometimes you have to throw everything at an obstacle--living or otherwise. Once per delve, if you need to use a free action attack, it automatically succeeds. ✦ ✦ ✦ Counterspell ║ RANK 1 MAGIC ║ AID ║ UTILITY One with the appropriate knowledge may wrest the threads of a spell from an opponent and render it null. Valmial has this knowledge. Reduce or eliminate the effectiveness of another's spell or magical ability. Detect Magic ║ RANK 1 MAGIC ║ AID/EXPLORATION ║ UTILITY By drawing upon the currents of the arcane, Valmial can detect, and even identify, magic in his presence. Identify the source of magical energy in an area, such as an item or person, and determine the nature of the magical effects present. The Echo of Vertyristix ║ RANK 1 MAGIC ║ ANY ║ ANY All magic leaves ripples in the primordial chaos beneath the fundamental schools. Vertyristix yearned to master those ripples; Valmial continues his studies. Copy and cast a spell cast by another creature recently. Y O U R B R A I N & N E R V E S Y O U R B R A I N & N E R V E S S T U D Y ║ ///✦ The Starspire Dungeons ║ A Young Draconbreed grows, dreaming of the stars; Valmial's dungeon-birth and eventual acknowledgement by his father. /// .963-.969 ///✦ Enrollment into the Starspire Tower: Facing the Duke's Test ║ Valmial proves his worth, achieves recognition, and earns his seat at the Royal Table through excellence in the Academy. ///.969-.983 E X P E R I E N C E ║ ///[/color=2c2c2c]///✦ The Dragon Reborn ║ Valmial's status within the academy and prowess with the arcane earns him the favor of the Duke Zelbam, and Valmial enters the political stage as the Scion of Starspire. His charisma and guile earns him much reputation and credibility. He rises within the upper echelons of Goan's elite society. ///.983-.995 ///✦ The Dragon and the Witch ║Valmial discovers his sister's heretical research and experimentation, and seeks to bring her to justice; his might is tested against her own, and both fall in the process. Valmial is crippled but wields mercy; Erme faces exile and disgrace in her defeat. ///.999 ///✦ The Schism of the Hippokrates ║ The Grand Duke Zelbam, now old and bitter, contests his progeny against one another for his succession. Set up for failure by his father and conspired against by his siblings, Valmial eventually realizes his position and elects to prove his worth with the only path left available to him; Ordai'El. ///.0000-.0005 Y O U R S O U L & H E A R T Y O U R S O U L & H E A R T ✦ Noble ✦ Wroth ✦ Temperate ✦ Prideful ✦ P E R S O N A L I T Y ║ Having risen from the lowest of births into the heights of nobility, Valmial is a sympathetic figure. He is not the weary eyed sap, however! He requires of those around him a competence and suitability to their tasks, but focuses upon their merits rather than their station. Kindly to servants, charismatic and rousing to the common, and yet delicate and ingratiating to the knowing and the noble as well. His bearing is regal and his charisma palpable- his presence takes up even more space than his already large body does, and when he leaves a room it often feels much emptier than it otherwise should. He is fair to all so long as they do not prove themselves the fool, and his reputation is that of the Wise and Noble. Those who find in him an ally, find him to be loyal, stalwart, and selfless. And yet, when his ire is stoked, this charisma can twist into something sharper and harder. Many a troublesome student, would-be prankster, or blackguard drunk on coin but low on luck, have found themselves rendered inert and incapable by his words alone. This wrath is kept in check, cut short of its ultimate pyre, but it does not stop those who hate or fear him from wielding it against him and his lineage unduly. In this same vein, the relationship he has with his family is oft strained and difficult- but even to these conniving and competitive siblings he bears love and sympathy for, despite their differences. Winmar, and to a lesser extent his immediate elder sister Victorine, especially bear his love as contemporaries and colleagues. ✦ Mastrix ✦ ✦ Mastrix ✦ D E V O T I O N ║ Valmial's dedication to Mastrix is as supplicant of the magical arts, as well as venerator of the one who smote down his legendary ancestor. His devotion to the gods is true and wholesome, but he puts the mistress of magic above all others. M O T I V A T I O N & I M P E T U S M O T I V A T I O N & I M P E T U S "Ordai'El calls to me. The very Gods themselves presumably still stride within that fog, deep within halls whose very outline is become the stuff of mental mist, changing and intangible to those who once walked them often. Is the sake of a thing not reason enough? Alas, I do have my own purposes- a challenge, a challenge of multiple origins. Firstly, my lord father, the Grand Duke and Lord Preceptor, has issued forth a commandmant of me; 'Go, go unto the world, Valmial, blood of my blood, and with your own hands let your worth be wrought. Prove yourself the stuff of Hippokrates and let your glory be as mine'. And, thus, I go. Secondly, the blood stirs. Starspire will always be home and hearth, but my blood knows all of Goan. How am I to achieve the fullest of my own measure if I do not entreat myself to surpass my horizons? Is not the teaching of the Starspire Tower that the heavens are impossibly vast? Does the horizon not bend beyond sight and remain e'er unattainable? It is that philosophy, that desire to know all and be worthy of that knowledge, that drives me to this place that deters all others. Finally, and I am reluctant to even say this much, I am someone of some skill. In truth, I wished to volunteer for the first expeditions called for by the fair Empress- but it was my father's will, and the decision of the Academy, that I remain. At last my bonds are loosened, my obligations fulfilled, and my skills available to a task that I am equal to- at least, it is the belief that I am equal to it. I pray to Mastrix that I have the wisdom and skill necessary to succeed where others have failed. If it may bring peace to many and an end to these dark times, then I will risk myself and bring upon this task the entirety of my being. May the Stars guide us well, and the Moon gaze upon us in fullness to light our path." T H E T R A P P I N G S T H E T R A P P I N G S A P P E A R A N C E ║ Valmial is a tall, imposing, and intimidating figure. Upon the horizon, his silhouette would form a near demonic visage of horns, scales, jagged edges, and broad frame. As this terrifying visage approaches, leaned heavily upon the long brass staff at his side, the lumbering and uneven nature of his gait would become apparent- but so too would the size of his body in truth. Standing at seven feet in height, with the highest of his horns peaking a few inches higher still, even whilst bent upon his staff renders Valmial imposing to most, and intimidating to many. Whilst one would think of soft bodies and gentle hands in relation to the typical sorcerer of the academy of the Starspire, Valmial embodies something entirely opposite. His body is hard scale, thick and heavy, and beneath it is hard muscle and practiced athleticism. The philosophy of Valmial is that for the contents of the cup to be worthy, so too must the cup itself- and it shows in his powerful physique, and the sharpness of his eyes is equal to the measure of his form. His steps are heavy, hindered by both scale, weight, and the limp he carries. Do not be deceived by this lumbering quality, however- his arms are long, as is his stride, and when the need arises and he has staff on hand he can still perform cunnings acts of speed and strength that would daunt lesser men. In his powerful arms, the skillfully crafted Starspire scepter can be both tool of the wise as well as weapon of the humble, and more than once has his measure proven to be greater than an assailant who thought they had the 'drop' on this 'lumbering bookworm'. And yet, the air that surrounds him is one of the knowing, the wise, and the understanding; though, at times, this same wisdom and noble air can turn savage, sharp, and kindle into the inferno of wrath. His eyes are the most expressive part of his face- sensibly so, for someone who is all hard angles and sharp teeth. The light of his eyes and the sharpness therein are the key to revealing his strange and intangible moods. I N J U R Y ║ INJURY MAP -Valmial's leg was crushed by the Graviturgical magics of his sister, Erme, in their duel. The scales have grown back hard, thick, and restrictive. This is in addition to the now malformed nature of the bones in his leg. This results in great hinderance in his ambulations when unassisted by tool or man.

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

This last 4 weeks has been a nightmare of stress for me, I feel that.

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

"Hey, does anyone know what this is?" Rowan said toward the group, trying her best not to draw the crowd's attention to the stone in the process.

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Rowan Moore

“Looks like a moonstone to me,” Ambrose offered, remarking on the celestial visage carved into the rock. “Sorry, bad joke. I don’t know. I barely know what this is.” He jangled the weird spoon thing at the rest of them.

“Am I supposed to wear it around my neck? Double up on the spoons? Is this a soup-based culture?”

Ambrose Hightower II

...She pinched the bridge of her nose in exaggerated exasperation at the himbo. "Brose, you have to know that it's not a soup based culture. They'd be praising the True Broth, wouldn't they?"

Audrey Springer

Those nearest to Eckehart, or most perceptive amongst the party, would see his long ears twitch at Rowan's words and as he strides along he looks back over his shoulder. His tall stature and powerful gaze lend themselves to this task, and he lets out a whisper of a laugh that somehow floats through the air and into everyone's ears despite the relative loudness of the festival itself;

"Your companion has the gist of it; a moonstone, dearest guest." He says to Rowan. "Within Xaktin, the name of this fair city, there are many disparate groups and factions who have bonded in this realm. The Summons of Yo'Bikur brings many people from many lands, and that moonstone is the symbol of one such group of like minded individuals. They are wise in their own way, and their matron's power comes from her home world and not of the Song itself. She must have divined your presence in some way, take it as compliment and invitation... As for his trinket..."

His voice focuses in on Ambrose now.

"That is, I believe, a child's toy meant to be given to good friends. When you wish to declare someone your friend, you undo the ribbon and separate the it at the ring; thusly, each of you has the matching pair of eating implementation and all will know of your friendship. I believe soup is sacred to those felinids, indeed, but they are a new people here and I am not well versed in their lore."

Their guide's attention is swiftly pulled to a torrent of questions hailing from the young Mr. Howard.

When Eckehart rose up, Damon gave him a bemused nod, then felt prompted to bow in return. It was shallower, and less refined, the kind he’d given to Odaya what felt like forever ago. “Hello…?” he greeted with an awkward smile.

All sorts of questions were trying to bubble to the surface. “Is that from an injury?” Since his thoughts were so disordered, perhaps it was inevitable that the first one to emerge was inappropriate. “Uhhh…” his cheeks coloured as Damon forced himself to ignore that scar. “Sorry, never mind that.” Sheepish, he looked away. His gaze was drawn to the dragon. “Is that…? Are they….Ru-la-ni-a?” he carefully worded the name. He wasn’t all that certain about his guess, but he was sure that the dragon was at least somehow related.

Emboldened now that they had a guide – that they weren’t just entirely unto themselves in a strange new world – Damon followed after Eckehart. He had to move somewhere between a quick walk and a light jog to catch up, but didn’t seem bothered by that. “True Voice?” he questioned. He assumed that's what that Song was. “Do you hear it, too?”

Damon Howard

Eckehart approaches the questions in order;

"Hello, my friend." He begins cordially, unperturbed by Damon's questions. "Yes, yes it is an injury. I am at peace with it, fear not your curiosities. It is my job to take your questions. Long ago there were great wars here in Yo'Bikur, the realm you have been summoned to. Most call it simply the Dreamland. I am one of the Bikura, the chosen of The Song, to be steward and herald of this land to those who are drawn from elsewhere. The Bikura are chosen from amongst all who are drawn to Yo'Bikur, and and some are even born here. I come from a race of long lived peoples, and I have seen many seasons come and go- even those where dizzying swords and flashes of magic were not mere displays of artistry. But do not worry yourselves at this time with old history and dark times, for now we are in the times of Rulania and there is peace in the lands."

He sighs, then laughs, at Damon's next question.

"Nay! That is Belerigon the Black, and you had best be glad it is he. The Dragons are not typically kindly folk, but Belerigon has heard the voice of Rulania and declared himself friend to the Bikura. He is guest, though not as honored as yourselves, and comes and goes as he pleases with his own magics and purposes. I was beginning to grow worried, for he was running late for the celebrations. Rulania is Princess, and True Voice of Yo'Bikur. All Bikura hear The Song when the ebbs and flows of fate are so inclined, we hear the voices of the beasts and some of us can even learn to speak to the flowers and trees, but Rulania speaks for Yo'Bikur itself. Listen, friends, and behold The Song, sung in the voice of Rulania. It is the same Song the drew you here."

And with that he pauses, closing his eyes, and letting The Song wash over him in full. He touches the golden symbol at his throat.

"This is the mark of the Bikura; if you see this sign, know we are friend to those who mean Yo'Bikur no harm. When it is aglow like this, we hear The Song. When Rulania speaks, we are always in its presence- and tonight she sings, for the New Year, for you!...And for the fun of it, I imagine, for she does so love to sing."

... Looking down, he noticed a purplish sphere, small enough to be covered within his palm, glowing under the nightsky of this new world, surrounded by a golden ring. He had no idea what this was supposed to be used for, or even what the item was.

David looked around if there was anyone having the same kind of items. Next to him was William, someone David knew more than others, so he gladly leaned over to check up on him. "Hey man, glad to see you have the better end of the makeover." He said with a wave before holding up the item he was given. "Do you have one of these as well?"

David Liang

...He signaled at the necklace that had landed on him after a cloud with hands had throwed it (He didn't notice that his hair moved to grab it and drapp it on his neck) "It reminds me of those old style necklaces on cowboy movies"

William Mencia

Eckehart paused, their journey now reaching a new location, and takes a moment to study these two.

"Ah, you are a fortunate one indeed. Keep that sphere on you- it is a luckstone, and it is said to change colors depending on how lucky you are. Each stone is different and does not follow the same patterns as any other, but it is a princely gift indeed." He says to David.

"As for you, winged fellow-" He seems greatly amused. "-I would be cautious with neckwear. The throat and the voice are sacred things here, and wearing something about the neck or around the throat can often mean some kind of committment. Usually to someone, if you understand me."

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Their journey had taken them through the nearest of streets, over that wooden arched bridge from the Silver-mere they emerged from, and from there onto a wide, stone-paved, thoroughfaire. This main street seemed to wind downwards through the city in a spiral, coiling along the spine of the strange structure until it reached the misty depths below, where the light of the fireworks above reflected against a great lake the city seemed to rise out of.

The path the group was taking now was leading them upwards, and away from this central city location. To their right, as they step out of the crowded main street, stretches the long neck of the massive black dragon. Its body rests atop a series of buildings at the highest pinnacle of Xaktin, but its neck stretches outwards and its head rests upon the large palace in the distance where it still seems to slumber. The Song is more clear here, the voices more distinct, the words more personal to each of you. A great bridge spans this distance, of vine-wrought stones, its walls filled with the growth and full bloom of springtime flowers- but some, white lillies in appearance, seem to glow with a bright light in the manner of street lanterns to show the path. The bridge was as wide as six lane road- far larger than any road in the sleepy village you all call home, and the central stones are all etched with a fine motif depicting the glories of nature. Familiar to Rowan is a strange deer-like creature, depicted in solitude in deep reaches of wood, great music billowing from its shoulders. Another depiction shows a great serpent-like creature, rising up a waterfall and emerging into the air above it, its long spines writing strange patterns into the water. A third prominent one depicts a high mountain, a powerful beam of energy rising from its peak and cascading into an aurora around it;

This same mountain, should you lift your heads, can be seen above and behind the palace. Rising high, piercing through multiple layers of clouds, and rendering the ability to determine just how far away this mountain was incredibly difficult. Far above, beyond the layer of the fireworks and even where the dragon had appeared in the sky, the distant peak was afire with this ethereal light and ghostly energy. The light seemed to writhe in the air as if alive, that dizzying beam of energy a sight of splendor all its own in the sky above as it rises into the heavens from the highest peak.

Eckehart pauses here, and faces the group.

"Are there any other questions before we make audience with the princess? She has been waiting for you, all of you, for a very long time."

Weasel, for his part, had refused any gifts of idle trinkets anyone had tried to give him. His sole interaction with teh city had been trying to 'rescue' Odaya; he had been caught off guard by a series of young girls of many different races and bikur-types suddenly enveloping the overly-energetic Odaya and sequestering her into the crowd. By the time he extricated her from among the gaggle of now-retreating girls, Odaya' simple jumper had been altered into a fine black dress that melded in with the coloration of her feathers and she had been given long gloves to wear. Odaya, now that they've stopped and her excitement has worn off, slowly slides Damon's jacket off and she approaches him, offering it back up to him.

"'Ere you are. I don't need it anymore."

Alycia has been quiet all along, floating inbetween steps as her hair whipped about in the ever-changing air pressures of their environ. She had stuck to her brother's side religiously, but also been clearly taken in by the sights and wonders she saw- and yet fear held her in check and she remained at Aleyn's side no matter what wonders she witnessed...

Freyja, however, had nearly gotten lost. Twice. Each time she was drawn into the crowd by an offered gift, and each time she ended up lost in fancy. By the time the party reaches this stopping point, her antlers are laden with wreaths of flowers and about one of her arms a leather chord had been wound, a clear flask filled with a broiling, smoke-like, purple liquid secured to her forearm.

"...If what I'm hearing is Rulania, and you're saying it is, then I just want to cross as fast as possible." Freyja says quietly, a small blush filling her cheeks. "If she's been waiting on us, then I'm ready."...Ever hasty, that Freyja.

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

Alright, once I shook off my post-work lethargy I had to do a fair bit of rereading to ensure I didn't miss anything. I'll finish this post tomorrow and double check to make sure I didn't miss a question or other tidbit I felt the need to address.

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

I hath been struck by the lazy bug, I am working but slowly today lmao.

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

@Teyao sounds good, get rest lmao. I’ll wait for your post.