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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[seerchlight]

The light blinks at them.

"Uh...yeah, okay, duly noted but uh...thorns? Stabbing? Anyone?"

[peafowl]

The pink peacock shudders.

"Yeah, we, uh. Succumbed. Shameful-like."

Her twin blushes a bright blue.

"I, ah, fell into the vines and dragged her down. And broke a nail."

[seerchlight]

"Wow," he says, to the blue one. "I am so fucking sorry for you loss."

He crosses his arms, sighing, and addresses the pink one.

"So did you just wake up here? I came too somewhere that looked a lot like something I was dreaming about before."

[peafowl]

"Yeah," the pink peacock says. "One moment we were running from the vines, the next, we, uh. We're here and some shit's howling at us from the distance."

The blue peacock, noticing that he's been both insulted and snubbed, sticks his dazzlingly blue tongue out at Lights.

[seerchlight]

He doesn't seem all that concerned with the blue one giving him sass.

"How do you know it's spirits, or whatever you said?" he asks. "Like...I've seen spirit kinds of things before, but the way you talked about it you made it sounds like something specific."

[peafowl]

The blue peacock looks at Lights, his face full of fear. The pink peacock, noticing, places an arm around her twin, protective and possessive.

"I ... I don't know," the blue peacock says. His mouth has gone totally dry. "But they're hunters, darling. Hunters of mortals. They consume us. They use us. Worse than the Keeper and his kind."