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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[manelesscatking]

"Ouch." The page winces jovially.

Their expression drops. "I, uh...I dreamed my childhood. And it didn't look like a boy's childhood, but it did look like mine. And it felt right, if not totally perfect. I think I'm not a boy - not totally, at least. Maybe I just need to figure out what 'being a boy' or 'being a girl' really means."

Huǒ's expression has gotten more and more nervous throughout this speech. They attempt a deflection: "Speaking of girls, how did you get snagged, miss?"

i. i still need more less hostile icons

[fuzzyduck]

She listens to the two as she leads the way, unsure if they can really get back to her dream from here.

Vines is a garden, huh? He could easily be responsible for, well, the vines. But if that's true, then he's faking it well. And it may just be a little too rude to accuse him right now, even for her.

Boy, it must be nice to remember something useful, she thinks to herself when Huǒ starts speaking. Then they go on, and she's not so sure if she should be calling them lucky anymore. She isn't even sure what they're talking about - certainly doesn't sound like anything she's ever put much thought into, herself. Not quite that way.

The deflection is welcome.

"Well, I was inside..." And then she ran outside. To the gardens. Why the hell did she do that? The deflection is no longer so welcome. "... And, uh, then it's all kind of a blur, y'know?"

[vinetattoos]

Not a boy, but not a girl either? The garden turns over the page's words in his head, while he continues with the conversation.

"It looked like they were headin' for the house pretty quick - and if they made it to the hearth room, seems like they succeeded pretty well. I just wanna know who was behind 'em...." he comments, brow furrowing. He's not used to plants not listening when he asks a question or gives a command.

[manelesscatking]

"I heard some shouting from Mason shortly before I went under - does the house have that kind of power?" Huǒ furrows their brow as well. "At any rate, it might be nice to poke around in the gardens once the plants have had a chance to deteriorate."

[fuzzyduck]

Tongues - argh, what an embarrassing name - isn't certain if she understands the logic behind the possibility that a house may be able to control vines. But maybe she should forget logic, too.

On that note, there is a clear, bright set of stairs leading up to the sky, just ahead of them. The image almost rings a bell, but knowing her luck, she's probably just about to remember more Smash Mouth. Hell no, she's keeping her mind away from music right now.

"'Kay, I'm pretty sure this is the way back to my dream."

[vinetattoos]

"Good. Let's get out of here," he says with relief, and begins to climb the stairs. As soon as he sets foot on them, the sky is clearer, less scorched. He begins to breathe easier.