[EarthDom] Dragons & Dragons - DONE! | Raffles & Giveaways

The mice didn't seem that bad from afar, but I admit they were a tiny bit frightening up close. What got me was the feel of them, it was hard to accept how nightmares can poison a dream so easily. But no one was hurt badly and we were able to help Anima, that's what matters! Besides, there's lives at stake, I have to remember that. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/103626773][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/1036268/103626773_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Anima's hideout is a but clustered, but still very charming. She even got a mechanical maren that can dance! So dreamy. Next to it is a little play car and I instantly know what to do. I adjust the dancing toy on top of the car and wind up the vehicle. I chuckle as the made-up celebrity skitters throught the room. My smile fades when I hear about the owner of this dream. Poor father, his nights must be full of sorrow. I wonder what he mumbled when he walked in as a Sleepwalker, perhaps a wish that the nightmare would be over? That's what we're here for, so when it's time to leave, I hurry after Lullaby and Mortemer.

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The mice didn't seem that bad from afar, but I admit they were a tiny bit frightening up close. What got me was the feel of them, it was hard to accept how nightmares can poison a dream so easily. But no one was hurt badly and we were able to help Anima, that's what matters! Besides, there's lives at stake, I have to remember that.

Anima's hideout is a but clustered, but still very charming. She even got a mechanical maren that can dance! So dreamy. Next to it is a little play car and I instantly know what to do. I adjust the dancing toy on top of the car and wind up the vehicle. I chuckle as the made-up celebrity skitters throught the room. My smile fades when I hear about the owner of this dream. Poor father, his nights must be full of sorrow. I wonder what he mumbled when he walked in as a Sleepwalker, perhaps a wish that the nightmare would be over? That's what we're here for, so when it's time to leave, I hurry after Lullaby and Mortemer.

Last edited on Aug 05, 2025 16:16:36 by Bobtail

[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/75559956][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/755600/75559956_350.png[/img][/url] Xara carefully picked her way through the battlefield. Once the fighting had stopped, the cat construct had settled into a pile of dust and vanished. Perhaps, sensing it was no longer needed, it saw no reason to stick around. She was keeping an eye on Petylin (@Adrasci), as she wasn't sure if all that flickering would have any side effects. "Are... are you ok?" she asked. "I've... never seen... anything like that... before... I think..." It looked like Pandora (@HillHouse) was doing ok, but she was busy talking to the Gaoler (@Taccs) that had jumped off the table, so she just gave them both a friendly (but still kind of awkward) wave. As she walked along, something glinted in the corner of her eye, causing her to stop. She crouched down for a closer look, and saw it was a shiny stone shaped like the letter X. [i]Like the first letter of my name...[/i] she couldn't help but think. She observed it for a bit, then scooped it up and slipped in into the band on her hat. Maybe it would come in handy later, but for now it was a charming accessory. Anima's workshop was truly fascinating. Xara was inspecting a little dancing clockwork rabbit when Anima mentioned they were allowed to take anything that caught their eye. Xara looked back at the rabbit, but then she saw something else that looked interesting. It seemed to be a pen that was constantly refilling its own inkwell. She gave it a long look, and then picked it up. A few test doodles revealed her ability still worked with it, so after a bit of fiddling with her cane, she was able to slide it into the tip so she could draw on any surface she encountered. This would likely come in handy later. The story Anima told sounded... sad. Xara frowned a bit as she fiddled with her cane. Before she could really think more on it, however, the sleepwalker appeared. Xara huddled more behind the cabinet, not wanting to risk getting seen and then stepped on. She nervously glanced at Anima, and then took a deep breath and tightened her grip on her cane. At the signal, she dashed forward, trying to make another set of stairs up the leg of the bed. Unfortunately, it took too long to climb the entire way up and she was forced to hide behind a pillow as the Sleepwalker returned. Xara peeked out from her hiding place to get a better look. The nightmare roiled off of the sleepwalker like a malevolent ocean wave. She narrowed her eyes, watching as one of the arms slowly swept across the floor. Carefully, she moved her cane to draw a bow and arrow on the ground in front of her. She paid more attention to the arrowhead, so that when the drawing manifested, there was a little music box-like device on the end. Gingerly, she picked the implements up, and grimaced at how heavy the arrowhead was. [i]It just needs to go far enough to get the thing to turn around[/i] she told herself as she carefully raised the bow and pulled back on the string. Her arms were quivering from the strain, but she was able to at least aim around the sleepwalker and his nightmare. She released the arrow and it sailed a decent distance away from the window, and the impact on the floor caused the music box attachment to start playing. This seemed to distract the nightmare enough for her to make a mad scramble for the window and climb out. She went toppling tail over teakettle upon entering the new area. Luckily she was (barely) able to catch herself before falling over the cliff. As she stepped to the side and straightened out her jacket, she noticed a large purple-black Imperial (@Grandmore) that looked to be fighting off a migrane. She paused, looked at her cane, back at the dragon, and then began drawing in the dirt. She approached Ziphei and held out a large black and purple parasol, looking like it was made out of spun shadows. "Um. Excuse me. I am... Xara. You looked... uncomfortable... I hope this... helps." She set the parasol down, and then walked away. She considered offering a paw to shake, but she figured if someone was dealing with a migrane, they probably didn't want to talk too much. She went to go help set up the camp

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Xara carefully picked her way through the battlefield. Once the fighting had stopped, the cat construct had settled into a pile of dust and vanished. Perhaps, sensing it was no longer needed, it saw no reason to stick around. She was keeping an eye on Petylin (@Adrasci), as she wasn't sure if all that flickering would have any side effects.
"Are... are you ok?" she asked. "I've... never seen... anything like that... before... I think..."
It looked like Pandora (@HillHouse) was doing ok, but she was busy talking to the Gaoler (@Taccs) that had jumped off the table, so she just gave them both a friendly (but still kind of awkward) wave.
As she walked along, something glinted in the corner of her eye, causing her to stop. She crouched down for a closer look, and saw it was a shiny stone shaped like the letter X. Like the first letter of my name... she couldn't help but think. She observed it for a bit, then scooped it up and slipped in into the band on her hat. Maybe it would come in handy later, but for now it was a charming accessory.

Anima's workshop was truly fascinating. Xara was inspecting a little dancing clockwork rabbit when Anima mentioned they were allowed to take anything that caught their eye. Xara looked back at the rabbit, but then she saw something else that looked interesting. It seemed to be a pen that was constantly refilling its own inkwell. She gave it a long look, and then picked it up. A few test doodles revealed her ability still worked with it, so after a bit of fiddling with her cane, she was able to slide it into the tip so she could draw on any surface she encountered. This would likely come in handy later.

The story Anima told sounded... sad. Xara frowned a bit as she fiddled with her cane. Before she could really think more on it, however, the sleepwalker appeared. Xara huddled more behind the cabinet, not wanting to risk getting seen and then stepped on. She nervously glanced at Anima, and then took a deep breath and tightened her grip on her cane. At the signal, she dashed forward, trying to make another set of stairs up the leg of the bed.
Unfortunately, it took too long to climb the entire way up and she was forced to hide behind a pillow as the Sleepwalker returned. Xara peeked out from her hiding place to get a better look. The nightmare roiled off of the sleepwalker like a malevolent ocean wave. She narrowed her eyes, watching as one of the arms slowly swept across the floor. Carefully, she moved her cane to draw a bow and arrow on the ground in front of her. She paid more attention to the arrowhead, so that when the drawing manifested, there was a little music box-like device on the end. Gingerly, she picked the implements up, and grimaced at how heavy the arrowhead was. It just needs to go far enough to get the thing to turn around she told herself as she carefully raised the bow and pulled back on the string.
Her arms were quivering from the strain, but she was able to at least aim around the sleepwalker and his nightmare. She released the arrow and it sailed a decent distance away from the window, and the impact on the floor caused the music box attachment to start playing. This seemed to distract the nightmare enough for her to make a mad scramble for the window and climb out.

She went toppling tail over teakettle upon entering the new area. Luckily she was (barely) able to catch herself before falling over the cliff. As she stepped to the side and straightened out her jacket, she noticed a large purple-black Imperial (@Grandmore) that looked to be fighting off a migrane. She paused, looked at her cane, back at the dragon, and then began drawing in the dirt.
She approached Ziphei and held out a large black and purple parasol, looking like it was made out of spun shadows. "Um. Excuse me. I am... Xara. You looked... uncomfortable... I hope this... helps."
She set the parasol down, and then walked away. She considered offering a paw to shake, but she figured if someone was dealing with a migrane, they probably didn't want to talk too much. She went to go help set up the camp

(Day 3) [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=103604263][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/1036043/103604263.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=87302070][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/873021/87302070.png[/img][/url] Filigree leapt gracefully from the counter-edge into a descending glide once the fighting had settled, sparkling indigo mist trailing from the edges of their wings to once again reconvene with the rabble on the kitchen floor below, craning their head a bit towards [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/94827156]Geminga[/url], lightly checking for any signs of debilitating injury from her hard landing. Thankfully, the Gaoler's movement told of no severe injury despite obvious pain, so they needn't to concern themselves there. Both Filigree and Fale's eyes catch each other- a faint sense of mutual recognition from past encounters tracing the edges of their outwardly unreadable faces, other than maybe a "Fancy seeing you here" before they part sights to focus on different aspects of the crowd; for now, Filigree on Anima, and Fale on simply watching with an unsettling cheshire look. Despite the sanctuary being rather spacious, it was chock-full of many strange and wondrous contraptions composed of different materials. Some spun, some sprung, some could transform, most made noises of whirrs and clicks when used, a few simply sat around and looked pretty. "Oooooh!" Already Fale was ahead, exploring and messing around with the various inventions and doo-dads, particularly a few hypnotic tops that continued spinning on their own once let loose with a cord, taking on different shapes until stopped, automatically reverting back to their initial forms. Filigree was intently hearing in on the information and tale told by Animus. [i]"Do these interest you? I dabble in the light from time to time. I've been alone with only my thoughts for a while, and I find they're taking up a bit too much space now. If any catch your eye, please feel free to take one."[/i] [i]"This dream was created by someone important. Who is it? I cannot say. But this place once belonged to a family. Once happy, but torn apart by death's touch. First the mother, then the son. The father lives on, but can you truly say he is living? And now, in this realm of half-sleep, he dreams of those lost, while his body succumbs to the nightmare."[/i] One of Filigree's feathery ears flicked. [i][b]How Unfortunate.[/b][/i] The great kitchen door suddenly swings open, a Tundra shambling in, his movements sloughed with grief, his eyes forever closed in sorrow. The creator of this dream, his shadow stretching unnaturally long, on the hunt. Fale fades out of sight altogether, while Anima springs into action, creating enough time with her distraction to allow escape. The Indigo Pearlcatcher wings it on top of the bed, bending and pulling the folds of the dream just enough to further skew the Sleepwalker's senses combining with distraction methods of a couple other dragons, giving any stragglers more precious minutes to make their way out the window, out of the dream. ~~ Fale pops back into existence above the dragons trying to gather their senses below on the cliff, floating in place and filling the tense atmosphere with snickering amusement. "How fitting it is, that you all have been given a [i]window[/i] of opportunity to escape!" If any groans came from the crowd, they were ignored. "Haha, well, the journey is far from over folks! You are going to be facing [i]much worse[/i], i know so." The Aether weaved over to a suitable tree, draping themselves across it's branches and closing their eyes, their body once again gradually fading from tail tip to nose, until only their toothy grin showed, before it too disappeared. ([b]Rolled a 2. Didn't want to try option 3.[/b]) Filigree gazed over at the clouds in the horizon beyond the sea. They were rather weird; they crawled, slithered, rolled, hopped, and cast a vague glow in the oily sky, looking too alive to be weather. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/99391531]Ziphei[/url], having arrived and witnessed this just before the Pearlcatcher, already looking too pained to try comprehend it, retreated away to rest at the temporary camp. Filigree remained alongside a peculiar Nocturne, staring at the sky, through the drifting gloam of time. They didn't sleep; they don't sleep, but it was oddly nice to watch for them. ~~~~ (Tried to incorporate some other peeps dragons for it to make more linear sense, tho idk)

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(Day 3)

Filigree leapt gracefully from the counter-edge into a descending glide once the fighting had settled, sparkling indigo mist trailing from the edges of their wings to once again reconvene with the rabble on the kitchen floor below, craning their head a bit towards Geminga, lightly checking for any signs of debilitating injury from her hard landing.

Thankfully, the Gaoler's movement told of no severe injury despite obvious pain, so they needn't to concern themselves there.

Both Filigree and Fale's eyes catch each other- a faint sense of mutual recognition from past encounters tracing the edges of their outwardly unreadable faces, other than maybe a "Fancy seeing you here" before they part sights to focus on different aspects of the crowd; for now, Filigree on Anima, and Fale on simply watching with an unsettling cheshire look.

Despite the sanctuary being rather spacious, it was chock-full of many strange and wondrous contraptions composed of different materials. Some spun, some sprung, some could transform, most made noises of whirrs and clicks when used, a few simply sat around and looked pretty.

"Oooooh!"

Already Fale was ahead, exploring and messing around with the various inventions and doo-dads, particularly a few hypnotic tops that continued spinning on their own once let loose with a cord, taking on different shapes until stopped, automatically reverting back to their initial forms. Filigree was intently hearing in on the information and tale told by Animus.

"Do these interest you? I dabble in the light from time to time. I've been alone with only my thoughts for a while, and I find they're taking up a bit too much space now. If any catch your eye, please feel free to take one."

"This dream was created by someone important. Who is it? I cannot say. But this place once belonged to a family. Once happy, but torn apart by death's touch. First the mother, then the son. The father lives on, but can you truly say he is living? And now, in this realm of half-sleep, he dreams of those lost, while his body succumbs to the nightmare."

One of Filigree's feathery ears flicked. How Unfortunate.

The great kitchen door suddenly swings open, a Tundra shambling in, his movements sloughed with grief, his eyes forever closed in sorrow. The creator of this dream, his shadow stretching unnaturally long, on the hunt.

Fale fades out of sight altogether, while Anima springs into action, creating enough time with her distraction to allow escape. The Indigo Pearlcatcher wings it on top of the bed, bending and pulling the folds of the dream just enough to further skew the Sleepwalker's senses combining with distraction methods of a couple other dragons, giving any stragglers more precious minutes to make their way out the window, out of the dream.

~~

Fale pops back into existence above the dragons trying to gather their senses below on the cliff, floating in place and filling the tense atmosphere with snickering amusement.

"How fitting it is, that you all have been given a window of opportunity to escape!"

If any groans came from the crowd, they were ignored.

"Haha, well, the journey is far from over folks! You are going to be facing much worse, i know so."

The Aether weaved over to a suitable tree, draping themselves across it's branches and closing their eyes, their body once again gradually fading from tail tip to nose, until only their toothy grin showed, before it too disappeared.

(Rolled a 2. Didn't want to try option 3.)

Filigree gazed over at the clouds in the horizon beyond the sea. They were rather weird; they crawled, slithered, rolled, hopped, and cast a vague glow in the oily sky, looking too alive to be weather.

Ziphei, having arrived and witnessed this just before the Pearlcatcher, already looking too pained to try comprehend it, retreated away to rest at the temporary camp.

Filigree remained alongside a peculiar Nocturne, staring at the sky, through the drifting gloam of time. They didn't sleep; they don't sleep, but it was oddly nice to watch for them.

~~~~

(Tried to incorporate some other peeps dragons for it to make more linear sense, tho idk)

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Last edited on Aug 06, 2025 19:57:08 by ChaoticFriendzy

Tuesday

Pandora nods to Geminga (@Taccs) and holds her hand out, focusing. A slight, prismatic haze washes over Geminga, which seems to soften the pain.

"I... haven't really used my magic much here, but I hope that helps."

She then turns to face the rats. She focuses, and finds herself able to tug at invisible strings tied to them- she pulls at them, to and fro, attempting to both keep them from hitting Anima as well as pull them into her attacks. When the rats are gone, she moves back in closer to the group.

"...My name's Pandora." She says, in a firmer voice given this is her introduction to... most of the other group.

As she listens to Anima, she takes a peak through the various devices. There, she spots a pair of clockwork scissors, and decides to take them. Focusing, she adorns the scissors with some prismatic strings, wrapped around them like the eye of a needle.

She plants the scissors into the ground and leans on them as the Sleepwalker approaches. Something about his mumbling, prayer or plea, unsettles her more than the searching, shadowy nightmare. She perches atop the scissors, watching as the others employ distractions. She uses the scissors to launch herself up onto the bed, landing near Filigree. (@ChaoticFriendzy) Squinting, she notices them pulling at the folds of the dream, and decides to join in, pulling with her own threads.

When Pandora finally pulls herself up through the windowsill and into the next dream, she flops over, tired at the exertion. She finds her eyes wandering over to stare at the clouds... so intently, in fact, that she notices they're moving rather strangely.

She turns her head to look at the odd, two-headed Imperial (@Grandmore), overhearing that they, too, seemed to have noticed the clouds.

"....No, I don't think I trust those clouds myself, either." She adds, as acknowledgment that she too has seen the clouds. "Maybe it is just dreams, but... you can never be too careful."

She peers over at Filigree, wondering if they too were looking at the clouds.

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might be on the shorter side today but yeah. I tried to bounce off of others' actions a little for this

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Tuesday

Pandora nods to Geminga (@Taccs) and holds her hand out, focusing. A slight, prismatic haze washes over Geminga, which seems to soften the pain.

"I... haven't really used my magic much here, but I hope that helps."

She then turns to face the rats. She focuses, and finds herself able to tug at invisible strings tied to them- she pulls at them, to and fro, attempting to both keep them from hitting Anima as well as pull them into her attacks. When the rats are gone, she moves back in closer to the group.

"...My name's Pandora." She says, in a firmer voice given this is her introduction to... most of the other group.

As she listens to Anima, she takes a peak through the various devices. There, she spots a pair of clockwork scissors, and decides to take them. Focusing, she adorns the scissors with some prismatic strings, wrapped around them like the eye of a needle.

She plants the scissors into the ground and leans on them as the Sleepwalker approaches. Something about his mumbling, prayer or plea, unsettles her more than the searching, shadowy nightmare. She perches atop the scissors, watching as the others employ distractions. She uses the scissors to launch herself up onto the bed, landing near Filigree. (@ChaoticFriendzy) Squinting, she notices them pulling at the folds of the dream, and decides to join in, pulling with her own threads.

When Pandora finally pulls herself up through the windowsill and into the next dream, she flops over, tired at the exertion. She finds her eyes wandering over to stare at the clouds... so intently, in fact, that she notices they're moving rather strangely.

She turns her head to look at the odd, two-headed Imperial (@Grandmore), overhearing that they, too, seemed to have noticed the clouds.

"....No, I don't think I trust those clouds myself, either." She adds, as acknowledgment that she too has seen the clouds. "Maybe it is just dreams, but... you can never be too careful."

She peers over at Filigree, wondering if they too were looking at the clouds.

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might be on the shorter side today but yeah. I tried to bounce off of others' actions a little for this

As Anima speaks Morus notices a mechanism of a swan swimming on a silver lake.

"Pretty pretty! You move so smoothly!" Morus picks it up, cooing over it. He gently strokes it as Anima tells the story.

He is quick to fly up to the windowsill, looping anxiously about as the others make their way. As the next dream fades in he notices the odd movements of the clouds.

"Oh, I wonder whose dream this is. Are the clouds dancing? Are they clouds? Maybe they are birds. I've gotten those mixed up before. I hope they aren't dangerous."

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As Anima speaks Morus notices a mechanism of a swan swimming on a silver lake.

"Pretty pretty! You move so smoothly!" Morus picks it up, cooing over it. He gently strokes it as Anima tells the story.

He is quick to fly up to the windowsill, looping anxiously about as the others make their way. As the next dream fades in he notices the odd movements of the clouds.

"Oh, I wonder whose dream this is. Are the clouds dancing? Are they clouds? Maybe they are birds. I've gotten those mixed up before. I hope they aren't dangerous."

|| If I don't reply, I'm probably fretting about phrasing.

[b]Tuesday:[/b] (Rolled a 1!) [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/94827156][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/948272/94827156_350.png[/img][/url] Geminga remains stationary as they feel Pandora (@HillHouse) heal them. The sensation feels odd, yet soothing, while being healed, Geminga notices Xara (@Seaserpent2) wave at them, Geminga returns the gesture and waves back. Once Pandora pulls her hand away Geminga gently stretches. “Thanks, and don't worry you did great, that really helped.” While Anima was thanking the group for their assistance in dealing with the mice nightmares, Geminga was paying more attention to Petylin (@Adrasci). Geminga swallowed nervously. [i]“… Okay… no response… oh no, did I say something wrong. I was probably super awkward wasn't I…”[/i] As Geminga was about to hobble away from Petylin, they barely heard her mumble something out. Geminga wants to say something, anything about what they heard, but they have no idea on how to even start talking about something like that. Geminga didn't get to think for long, as not too long after a white crack manifested out of thin air with a Wildclaw jumping out at Petylin only to be dragged back into the crack. Geminga was absolutely flabbergasted and horrified. “W-What, I… uh- do you, um, know anything about that?” When Anima heads into a hole in the wall, Geminga wastes no time chasing after her. Judging on how large their surroundings are they can picture what Anima means by the large one and they have no interest in meeting them. Once the group makes it to the sanctuary Geminga checks out some of the trinkets lying around on the ground and eventually comes across quite a few items, a lot of small music boxes and a small pocket watch. When they hear that the group is free to take whatever they like, Geminga is tempted to take a music box until they think about where they’ll keep it. Geminga instead picks up and drapes the chain of the pocket watch across one of their horns. Geminga notices Anima standing away from the group as they scavenge around for various trinkets, they approach her. “So… you can play music? Or well- can you play music? Since if so… I was wondering if you could play some post rock?” Once Anima gathers the group up to the edge of the sanctuary and tells them all the history of the dream. Geminga feels sympathetic for the lone father, they wish there was something they could do now to make them feel better, but when Lullaby warns that he is a Sleepwalker they figure the best thing to do is carry on and get them free from his dream. Geminga notices Anima give the group a nod and Geminga makes a run for the bed, they scramble to climb up one of the bedposts barely making it up in time and hiding before the Sleepwalker returns from investigating the music Anima played. Looking up at the windowsill, Geminga now realises the predicament they’re in. They watch some other dragons in the group fly up, Geminga can’t fly. They panic and leap for a curtain and dig their claws into the fabric and begin to climb their way up to the windowsill. Their heart races, they can hear the Tundra’s footsteps get louder, get closer, they can hear his rambling beginning to become more coherent. Geminga knows they can’t climb any longer, the Sleepwalker is right behind them, they make a break for it and leap for the windowsill. They barely land on it, and rush out of the dream as fast as they can. As Geminga made it out of the dream, they took a few steps forwards before flopping onto the ground. They’re exhausted, their heart is still racing, their body aches from climbing so far in such a short amount of time. Geminga wishes they could help set up camp, but they’re physically too tired to. Geminga notices Pandora, also laying on the ground. “Did you also have a rough time getting out of the dream? That was quite the bad dream to visit…" "I guess I'm just glad I had an easier time going up then down, I don't want to think what would've happened if my my time going up was as bad as when I jumped off the counter… Sometimes I wish I could've been able to fly. Not have tiny Gaoler wings."

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Tuesday: (Rolled a 1!)

Geminga remains stationary as they feel Pandora (@HillHouse) heal them. The sensation feels odd, yet soothing, while being healed, Geminga notices Xara (@Seaserpent2) wave at them, Geminga returns the gesture and waves back. Once Pandora pulls her hand away Geminga gently stretches. “Thanks, and don't worry you did great, that really helped.”

While Anima was thanking the group for their assistance in dealing with the mice nightmares, Geminga was paying more attention to Petylin (@Adrasci). Geminga swallowed nervously. “… Okay… no response… oh no, did I say something wrong. I was probably super awkward wasn't I…”

As Geminga was about to hobble away from Petylin, they barely heard her mumble something out. Geminga wants to say something, anything about what they heard, but they have no idea on how to even start talking about something like that. Geminga didn't get to think for long, as not too long after a white crack manifested out of thin air with a Wildclaw jumping out at Petylin only to be dragged back into the crack. Geminga was absolutely flabbergasted and horrified. “W-What, I… uh- do you, um, know anything about that?”

When Anima heads into a hole in the wall, Geminga wastes no time chasing after her. Judging on how large their surroundings are they can picture what Anima means by the large one and they have no interest in meeting them. Once the group makes it to the sanctuary Geminga checks out some of the trinkets lying around on the ground and eventually comes across quite a few items, a lot of small music boxes and a small pocket watch. When they hear that the group is free to take whatever they like, Geminga is tempted to take a music box until they think about where they’ll keep it. Geminga instead picks up and drapes the chain of the pocket watch across one of their horns.

Geminga notices Anima standing away from the group as they scavenge around for various trinkets, they approach her. “So… you can play music? Or well- can you play music? Since if so… I was wondering if you could play some post rock?”

Once Anima gathers the group up to the edge of the sanctuary and tells them all the history of the dream. Geminga feels sympathetic for the lone father, they wish there was something they could do now to make them feel better, but when Lullaby warns that he is a Sleepwalker they figure the best thing to do is carry on and get them free from his dream. Geminga notices Anima give the group a nod and Geminga makes a run for the bed, they scramble to climb up one of the bedposts barely making it up in time and hiding before the Sleepwalker returns from investigating the music Anima played.

Looking up at the windowsill, Geminga now realises the predicament they’re in. They watch some other dragons in the group fly up, Geminga can’t fly. They panic and leap for a curtain and dig their claws into the fabric and begin to climb their way up to the windowsill. Their heart races, they can hear the Tundra’s footsteps get louder, get closer, they can hear his rambling beginning to become more coherent. Geminga knows they can’t climb any longer, the Sleepwalker is right behind them, they make a break for it and leap for the windowsill. They barely land on it, and rush out of the dream as fast as they can.

As Geminga made it out of the dream, they took a few steps forwards before flopping onto the ground. They’re exhausted, their heart is still racing, their body aches from climbing so far in such a short amount of time. Geminga wishes they could help set up camp, but they’re physically too tired to. Geminga notices Pandora, also laying on the ground. “Did you also have a rough time getting out of the dream? That was quite the bad dream to visit…"

"I guess I'm just glad I had an easier time going up then down, I don't want to think what would've happened if my my time going up was as bad as when I jumped off the counter… Sometimes I wish I could've been able to fly. Not have tiny Gaoler wings."

@Taccs (A short reply as I realize I suddenly became self conscious about the part 2 and don't know what to do with it) [quote=Geminga] Geminga didn't get to think for long, as not too long after a white crack manifested out of thin air with a Wildclaw jumping out at Petylin only to be dragged back into the crack. Geminga was absolutely flabbergasted and horrified. “W-What, I… uh- do you, um, know anything about that?” [/quote] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/85215363][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/852154/85215363p.png[/img][/url] Petylin created a smoke image of the lunging Wildclaw puppeting a white silhouetted Wildclaw with strings tied to her clawtips. She subtly expanded the image as it played out. An image of Petylin entered the scene, with a yellow eye symbol above her forehead pointing to the silhouette. She observed and made an attempt to speak only for the lunging Wildclaw to attack. Petylin tosses that Wildclaw out of the image, reaching to the Wildclaw and trying to say words only for them to be garbled. Looking at the scissors again, the actual Petylin made the decision to pick them up and to carry them along. At the least, she hoped this could be a useful weapon in case of an emergency.

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@Taccs (A short reply as I realize I suddenly became self conscious about the part 2 and don't know what to do with it)

Geminga wrote:

Geminga didn't get to think for long, as not too long after a white crack manifested out of thin air with a Wildclaw jumping out at Petylin only to be dragged back into the crack. Geminga was absolutely flabbergasted and horrified. “W-What, I… uh- do you, um, know anything about that?”

Petylin created a smoke image of the lunging Wildclaw puppeting a white silhouetted Wildclaw with strings tied to her clawtips.

She subtly expanded the image as it played out. An image of Petylin entered the scene, with a yellow eye symbol above her forehead pointing to the silhouette. She observed and made an attempt to speak only for the lunging Wildclaw to attack. Petylin tosses that Wildclaw out of the image, reaching to the Wildclaw and trying to say words only for them to be garbled.

Looking at the scissors again, the actual Petylin made the decision to pick them up and to carry them along. At the least, she hoped this could be a useful weapon in case of an emergency.

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[center][size=5][b][color=#FBEDF9]Elysium[/color][/b][/size][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/94520153][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/945202/94520153.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][url=https://youtu.be/C-eD9UBrCsw]>Music<[/url][/center] As pleasantries are exchanged, Elysium tails after Anima while occasionally looking over her shoulders to ensure she doesn't lose sight of her two teammates. Anima's creations spark up the Wildclaw's attention; such trinkets are certainly fascinating achievements. Much as she would love to take one home, something tells her that she should not bring along anything from the lands of ambiguity, a possession too vague to belong in her reality. The Wildclaw only asks to record the appearance of these items through her crystals. Her ability hums as she hears Anima's retelling of the ones who previously resided here. The family photo flashes across her mind when the story ends. Elysium rushes behind her two plushie friends, and urges the two to reach the window soundly. A slide perches on the windowsill, leading into clouds, tinted in color of dusk, where the scenery blurs. It's clear that it's the way out. They start to climb onto nearby furniture, and the two plushies successfully exit through the slide. But before it's Elysium's turn, she hears motions heading towards her. The Wildclaw hurries to find shelter from the shadow. The Wildclaw stretches her arms out, summoning the crystal shard containing the picture of the family she was told of. Her hands clasp together, breaking the container as fog leaks out. Smoke crawls to the Tundra, huffing and puffing as if a living creature. It clings onto the shadow, and lures the giant dragon into a peaceful slumber. After making sure that her spell works, Elysium leaves her hiding place, silently praying for the ones who were lost to misfortune. Then, she takes her leave, faintly haunted by grief. As she meets up with the rest of the team, they start to settle in for the night.

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As pleasantries are exchanged, Elysium tails after Anima while occasionally looking over her shoulders to ensure she doesn't lose sight of her two teammates. Anima's creations spark up the Wildclaw's attention; such trinkets are certainly fascinating achievements. Much as she would love to take one home, something tells her that she should not bring along anything from the lands of ambiguity, a possession too vague to belong in her reality. The Wildclaw only asks to record the appearance of these items through her crystals.

Her ability hums as she hears Anima's retelling of the ones who previously resided here. The family photo flashes across her mind when the story ends.

Elysium rushes behind her two plushie friends, and urges the two to reach the window soundly. A slide perches on the windowsill, leading into clouds, tinted in color of dusk, where the scenery blurs. It's clear that it's the way out. They start to climb onto nearby furniture, and the two plushies successfully exit through the slide. But before it's Elysium's turn, she hears motions heading towards her. The Wildclaw hurries to find shelter from the shadow.

The Wildclaw stretches her arms out, summoning the crystal shard containing the picture of the family she was told of. Her hands clasp together, breaking the container as fog leaks out. Smoke crawls to the Tundra, huffing and puffing as if a living creature. It clings onto the shadow, and lures the giant dragon into a peaceful slumber. After making sure that her spell works, Elysium leaves her hiding place, silently praying for the ones who were lost to misfortune. Then, she takes her leave, faintly haunted by grief.

As she meets up with the rest of the team, they start to settle in for the night.

She was made this way for a reason. But there is such a tremendous pang of want that shoots through her when she sees the piles and piles of toys and items and tiny creations that Anima has conjured up with nothing but the sheer power of her imagination. Ammit is, of course, polite. She bats around a wind-up toy mouse with a claw. She cranks a music box until it peals out a perfect silver chime.

And then finally, when it is time for the group to depart Anima’s safehouse, when the excitement of the day is resolved and Ammit has evaded and filleted and defended against the encroachment of the dark, she folds herself into a comfortable position and sleeps— whatever it is that she has that is closest to sleep.

And despite it all, she wonders why she was dreamed into being like this. She could have been made soft and cheery and bright, like Lullaby. She could have been made of intricate, polished silver clockwork, like Anima. She could have been made of clouds and filigree, or feathers and light.

Maybe, to whoever dreamed her up, what she looks like is dear and cherished. That should be enough. She’s being awfully selfish, asking for more when she’s already received so much— existence, a body, a purpose.

She’ll not share her thoughts. The quest is far too urgent. But— the thought will not leave— she wishes she were beautiful.

(OOC: me, near tears: Ammit babygirl please something nice and easy. please. Ammit, absolutely lost in the sauce: I WANT TO BE EDGY AND SAD! I AM PLAYING A CONFLICTED BUT GOOD-HEARTED INDIVIDUAL STRUGGLING TO FIND A PLACE FOR HERSELF BETWEEN THE LIGHT AND THE DARK! DRAW GOLD! me, crying: okay)

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She was made this way for a reason. But there is such a tremendous pang of want that shoots through her when she sees the piles and piles of toys and items and tiny creations that Anima has conjured up with nothing but the sheer power of her imagination. Ammit is, of course, polite. She bats around a wind-up toy mouse with a claw. She cranks a music box until it peals out a perfect silver chime.

And then finally, when it is time for the group to depart Anima’s safehouse, when the excitement of the day is resolved and Ammit has evaded and filleted and defended against the encroachment of the dark, she folds herself into a comfortable position and sleeps— whatever it is that she has that is closest to sleep.

And despite it all, she wonders why she was dreamed into being like this. She could have been made soft and cheery and bright, like Lullaby. She could have been made of intricate, polished silver clockwork, like Anima. She could have been made of clouds and filigree, or feathers and light.

Maybe, to whoever dreamed her up, what she looks like is dear and cherished. That should be enough. She’s being awfully selfish, asking for more when she’s already received so much— existence, a body, a purpose.

She’ll not share her thoughts. The quest is far too urgent. But— the thought will not leave— she wishes she were beautiful.

(OOC: me, near tears: Ammit babygirl please something nice and easy. please. Ammit, absolutely lost in the sauce: I WANT TO BE EDGY AND SAD! I AM PLAYING A CONFLICTED BUT GOOD-HEARTED INDIVIDUAL STRUGGLING TO FIND A PLACE FOR HERSELF BETWEEN THE LIGHT AND THE DARK! DRAW GOLD! me, crying: okay)

Today's prompt will come out a little later as time is not on my side; there will be no late fee for it because of this. I'll get to responses later too!

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