Event | Landfall | Dreaming

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and every!
Date: August 10th - 31, 2013
Location: The realm of Dreaming as accessed via Sinbrilee
Situation: Dreaming is but one of the three realms and here characters are subject to their fanciful thoughts.
Warnings/Rating: Please place content warnings in subject headers!

Sinbrilee | Dreaming | Death

Life. Dreaming. Death. Three realms overlaid upon one another and yet each distinctly their own. They dwell in Life and do so live upon the back of the great turtle as those of Sinbrilee did upon the shell of his sister. However, there stand numerous arches of marble throughout the ruined city that are inlaid with runes beyond understanding. Those that live and breathe which step through those whose runes glow with faint, iridescent light tread instead into the realm of Dreaming.

Here, there exists no single defining characteristic beyond the visitor's imagination. The landscape sculpts to their individual thoughts, the events to their dreams. From a drab gray nothing to the most brilliant of displays, the senses perceive all that they wish to perceive for all that nothing here truly exists. This far from Tu Vishan, the ability to shape their surroundings is all they have, for Sinbrilee's Dreaming does not have the energy to sustain powers, only the bodies of those that dwell here.

Should two parties near, then the Mesh begins. Dreams, you see, not only can be shared, but they strive to be. These visions sculpted into reality reach out for one another and blend. They begin an exchange akin to a linking of the minds, within which one visitor can learn the other's deepest thoughts. Their limitation is but compatibility, for two minds that cannot flow upon the same current cannot hold the Mesh.

Happiness or loss, the landscape and events play out memories and fancies with a most convincing air. The mood rises and falls with the tide of the visitor's mind, detached as they are from the soothing influence of a great turtle's mind. Nothing here, however, is real; 'constructs' simply fade if taken through the archways and even the greatest scientific minds or tools will reveal nothing of its source. This is an ancient magic of an ancient realm, long practised in concealing itself from any prying.

Note: Due to the fluid and highly individual nature of Dreaming, no official subheaders will be provided in the comments of this post. Feel free to post and thread however you like, so long as the rules of Dreaming are adhered to.

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[dracobin]

"I do not see anyone," replies Temeraire, not tearing his gaze away from the sparkle of dew. It is very lovely here, wherever they are; the smell of damp earth is soothing, and he settles absently down, making a faint pleased noise at the feel of cool grass against his scales. "Whom are we looking for?"

[saisamour]

A disappointed look crosses his face at the response, and he sweeps his eyes through the garden once more before turning back to Temeraire.

"Why, for Cosette, monsieur." He says it as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, but he walks back towards Temeraire nonetheless, and takes a seat beside him, not minding how the dewdrops slightly dampen his clothes. He keeps his gaze fixed on the bench as if half-expecting her to suddenly appear before their eyes, when something from the corner of his eye catches his attention.

He turns his head in that direction; at a distance is a structure that appears to be an archway, but he is certain that it is not supposed to be here in the garden of Rue Plumet. He squints, his brow furrowing. "What is that?"

[dracobin]

"Cosette!" The name escapes him quietly. He has not heard that name in a while--would nearly have forgotten it, in fact, were it not for Marius's persistent melancholy. "She lives here? It is like something from a fairy-tale."

The glimmer in the distance is like something out of a fairy-tale, too, and Temeraire turns his head at Marius's question. His eyesight is keener than that of a human, but he finds he can make little sense of what he is seeing. "Some sort of stone archway," he says. "There is something beyond it, I think--I am quite certain I saw something move."

[saisamour]

"Yes. She, as well as her father and their one servant." But their house was empty now, just at it had been the last he saw of it, back in Paris and before the barricades.

But upon hearing that Temeraire had seen something move in the archway, he pushed himself back on to his feet, suddenly determined. "I will go and see." And he started for the archway without as much as a backwards glance, wondering whether, perhaps, she might be on the other side.