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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[keepscalm]

He glances down towards her outstretched hand, staring at the gem with wonder for a moment before he lifts his own hand to take it, carefully, between his fingers, as if worried that it might break at his touch. There's still a trace of a smile on his face as he does so; it seems just a small gesture, but he's touched by it, regardless.

"Ruby," he repeats, tearing his eyes away from the gem to look at her again. "That's a lovely name."

He lets the ruby roll from between his thumb and forefinger into the palm of his hand, and then closes a fist over it in protection. "Thank you. I'll keep it safe."

But then, it catches his attention — she said "again". Which seems to imply that he'll wake up eventually, as he'd have to in order to go back to sleep and return here. So he'll be returning to the house, at some point. Didn't she say she used to live there, as well...? "When I wake up— ah, perhaps— I could try to find you?"