SLEEPING BEAUTIES: DREAM LOG

[yourkeepers]

Bewitched by the thorn's touch, you have been ensnared in the deepest of sleep. Fortunately for you, the world of Faerie doesn't end with the waking.

The world of your dreams is brighter now, more clear than you've ever witnessed it. You've been it before, you think, there fragments of yourself become reality. But now you are somehow more lucid in its presence, and it's more real - something you can reach out and touch.

You find yourself in this world, and you are not alone. Your dreams and those of other join at the edges, pulling into each other along similar threads.

And you are watched by something even greater.

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[hand_of_courage]

He squeezed her hand, taking comfort in the action as he tried to close the distance between them by a step, "What does lusus mean?"

[justbeclaws]

She didn't wonder why he didn't know the word; after all, she hadn't known it until just a minute ago. "It's...the crreaturre who takes carre of you, when you'rre small and can't take carre of yourrself. They rraise you up and teach you what you need to know. Mine taught me how to hunt and expurrrr and...and everrything." It felt like the memories were a cloud of snow swirling round her, little bits and pieces that all linked back to her lusus.