TIMESTAMP: 1st First Bloom, Glade 4622
NOTES: Open me!
NOTES: Open me!
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Some time around that night’s witching hour, with the moon high in the sky, the Veir awoke. His lover lay beside him, buried deep within his own dreams. Ever since his beloved had returned, he’d thought about using his newest mark to peek into the other’s dreams. However…he really had no idea how to do that. The man who’d given him the mark had said that in the very beginning, one couldn’t do much more than explore their own dreamscape using a skill called Voyage. Eventually, he’d be able to Voyage into the slumbering minds of others— but for him? Not yet.
Closing his eyes, he channeled ether through Remnant’s mark as he buried his face into the back of his lover’s neck, wanting to breathe him in as he drifted off to Voyage into his own Mind Palace.
He ‘woke up’ among a thicket of enchanting deciduous trees in full vibrance with an array of golds, oranges and red hues to their leaves. There were craters in the ground all around him, chunks of the fragmented land floating in the air above him as if the world had been shattered, these pieces held in stasis. He heard the flow of running water in the distance, too. The temperature was fair along with a gentle, soothing breeze that felt contradictory to how very still everything was.
After a moment or so, he began to wander forth down a small, well worn dirt path. It wound down a gently sloped hill with a steep drop on one side from shattered ground that opened up into a mountainous valley filled with rivers and falls that reminded him very much of Boghadar— only here, the water ran red. The general layout of the land was the same, if a bit broken and with a good portion floating in pieces at varying heights, dancing with some rather low hanging clouds. The clouds here bore creamy shades of gold into orange as they coalesced into a reddened sky. However, none of the city was there. His tower remained where it was supposed to be…yet there was nothing else.
The tower was very far away— even if he somehow managed to sustain a sprint all the way there, it looked as if it would take hours. As he continued to explore the path before him, he found a small, red gemstone embedded into a stone a little ways off of the smooth dirt on which he tread. Curious, he approached it, knelt down, and gently tapped the surface with a finger.
For the briefest of moments, the man felt horribly nauseous as the world shook and spun around him and his vision blurred into an incomprehensible mess. Almost as soon as this began, everything unraveled and sorted itself out again…only this time, he stood right before his tower that was once so far away. Shocked, he approached the door.
The inside was…not what he expected. At all. It was vast, much wider than the walls of the tower would ever allow and designed much like the grand foyer of the main manor on the estate. This wasn’t even the strangest part; he was standing on the ceiling, upside down as if it were the floor. Baffled, he began to move forward, looking around in a childlike sort of wonder. Around now was when he remembered the one other thing Salen had told him he could do— cast Guidance. It would allow him to find his Engrams more easily, which he would assume he’d need given the strange nature of his dreamscape.
With a small pulse of ether, the Engrams lit a bright glowing red all around him as if on fire for the briefest of moments before stabilizing into a shining shade of carmine. Well, some of them. Others were much more dull…he assumed these were, naturally, older memories that he’d have trouble recalling. The glint of the Engrams shined through the walls of the palace as well, so he saw many of them strewn about the very odd, expansive layout of the tower. As for any of the ones in this room? They were all on the floor. The actual floor, not where he stood. How could he reach them?
Taking a moment to think about it, the Ferrier wandered over to one of the walls and placed his foot against the wood paneling as if to climb its verticality. Funnily enough, this caused the entire room to shake and shift perspectives; that wall became the new floor. A simple puzzle, though it was only the first one. Now knowing how to navigate the room, he walked over to the ‘floor’ wall and pressed a foot against it, once again shifting the room, this time to set it back to a proper alignment.
Most of the Engrams in here were fairly dull and he figured they would be quite hard to decipher, especially given his current lack of skill. There was one in here, though, that shone brightly as if it were a freshly polished stone in the shape of an ornate standing mirror. Approaching it, he tapped a finger against the surface and it appeared to ripple at his touch. Blinking, he corrected himself and channeled ether into the Engram.
Instantly, his senses were overwhelmed and he found himself standing back in what felt like one of the rooms in Amoren’s manor. His body moved on its own, as if he were merely a passenger in his own form. The Veir hadn’t really bothered to look over the Engram for any context as to what this memory was, either.
The elf was starting to feel some semblance of strain pulling at his head, but he really did want to see what this was.
It began with him playing a slower song he was rather fond of on the single grand piano that lay within the house, and since he’d played this very song on this very piano many times, it really wasn’t completely clear to him what this memory was. It was not possible for him to even move his own eyes while reliving a memory, but he felt everything clear as day. As the song neared its end, the door to the room opened and his head turned to see who was there. He felt his expression turn amiable, pleasant in his gaze as it rested upon two familiar figures. When he opened his mouth to greet the person his Valran had escorted and the words came out, immediately, he recognized this memory.
The strain intensified and he realized he’d have to stop this Voyage lest he overstep. This was…unfortunate. He rather liked this memory, actually, and would’ve been more than pleased to let it replay. Maybe more than once, to be honest. However, he really couldn’t risk the Mageblight— he needed to save his stamina in that regard for the Resonance mark he sought. Begrudgingly, he cut the flow of ether that held together his Voyage and drifted back into actual slumber.
Dawn’s early light rose slowly over Amoren as the gilded city slept. While Solace gracefully faded into Glade’s First Bloom, the circumstances of two dwelling within had changed drastically in the span of a few hours the night before. The devoted pair had spent the latter portion of the month bound tightly together as they readjusted to one another’s company, yet a shadow still loomed in the distance. It was the same shadow that had fallen over Arkash since he was first enslaved at the start of his journey in Daravin– that of a petty, manipulative Veir, Raphael of House Mathis. Sound asleep for now, the Rathor and his lover would take their leave of the city and then Daravin itself within the day.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, the Veir found himself just barely awake. He sat there in this half asleep state for a few moments before he remembered that they really didn’t have the time to linger. Arkash lay on his side, facing away from him. Pulling himself a little closer, he rested a hand on the younger man’s shoulder and kissed the back of his neck, then the top of his head while his grip tightened into a gentle squeeze and he attempted to shake his lover awake.
“Beloved…I still need to…inform Lucia of our plan. You can come with me to talk to her if you’d like, or you can stay here and sleep more if it suits you…” his voice is soft, tired, as he falls back into the bedding beneath him and covets the man in front of him, holding him close.
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Some time around that night’s witching hour, with the moon high in the sky, the Veir awoke. His lover lay beside him, buried deep within his own dreams. Ever since his beloved had returned, he’d thought about using his newest mark to peek into the other’s dreams. However…he really had no idea how to do that. The man who’d given him the mark had said that in the very beginning, one couldn’t do much more than explore their own dreamscape using a skill called Voyage. Eventually, he’d be able to Voyage into the slumbering minds of others— but for him? Not yet.
Closing his eyes, he channeled ether through Remnant’s mark as he buried his face into the back of his lover’s neck, wanting to breathe him in as he drifted off to Voyage into his own Mind Palace.
He ‘woke up’ among a thicket of enchanting deciduous trees in full vibrance with an array of golds, oranges and red hues to their leaves. There were craters in the ground all around him, chunks of the fragmented land floating in the air above him as if the world had been shattered, these pieces held in stasis. He heard the flow of running water in the distance, too. The temperature was fair along with a gentle, soothing breeze that felt contradictory to how very still everything was.
After a moment or so, he began to wander forth down a small, well worn dirt path. It wound down a gently sloped hill with a steep drop on one side from shattered ground that opened up into a mountainous valley filled with rivers and falls that reminded him very much of Boghadar— only here, the water ran red. The general layout of the land was the same, if a bit broken and with a good portion floating in pieces at varying heights, dancing with some rather low hanging clouds. The clouds here bore creamy shades of gold into orange as they coalesced into a reddened sky. However, none of the city was there. His tower remained where it was supposed to be…yet there was nothing else.
The tower was very far away— even if he somehow managed to sustain a sprint all the way there, it looked as if it would take hours. As he continued to explore the path before him, he found a small, red gemstone embedded into a stone a little ways off of the smooth dirt on which he tread. Curious, he approached it, knelt down, and gently tapped the surface with a finger.
For the briefest of moments, the man felt horribly nauseous as the world shook and spun around him and his vision blurred into an incomprehensible mess. Almost as soon as this began, everything unraveled and sorted itself out again…only this time, he stood right before his tower that was once so far away. Shocked, he approached the door.
The inside was…not what he expected. At all. It was vast, much wider than the walls of the tower would ever allow and designed much like the grand foyer of the main manor on the estate. This wasn’t even the strangest part; he was standing on the ceiling, upside down as if it were the floor. Baffled, he began to move forward, looking around in a childlike sort of wonder. Around now was when he remembered the one other thing Salen had told him he could do— cast Guidance. It would allow him to find his Engrams more easily, which he would assume he’d need given the strange nature of his dreamscape.
With a small pulse of ether, the Engrams lit a bright glowing red all around him as if on fire for the briefest of moments before stabilizing into a shining shade of carmine. Well, some of them. Others were much more dull…he assumed these were, naturally, older memories that he’d have trouble recalling. The glint of the Engrams shined through the walls of the palace as well, so he saw many of them strewn about the very odd, expansive layout of the tower. As for any of the ones in this room? They were all on the floor. The actual floor, not where he stood. How could he reach them?
Taking a moment to think about it, the Ferrier wandered over to one of the walls and placed his foot against the wood paneling as if to climb its verticality. Funnily enough, this caused the entire room to shake and shift perspectives; that wall became the new floor. A simple puzzle, though it was only the first one. Now knowing how to navigate the room, he walked over to the ‘floor’ wall and pressed a foot against it, once again shifting the room, this time to set it back to a proper alignment.
Most of the Engrams in here were fairly dull and he figured they would be quite hard to decipher, especially given his current lack of skill. There was one in here, though, that shone brightly as if it were a freshly polished stone in the shape of an ornate standing mirror. Approaching it, he tapped a finger against the surface and it appeared to ripple at his touch. Blinking, he corrected himself and channeled ether into the Engram.
Instantly, his senses were overwhelmed and he found himself standing back in what felt like one of the rooms in Amoren’s manor. His body moved on its own, as if he were merely a passenger in his own form. The Veir hadn’t really bothered to look over the Engram for any context as to what this memory was, either.
The elf was starting to feel some semblance of strain pulling at his head, but he really did want to see what this was.
It began with him playing a slower song he was rather fond of on the single grand piano that lay within the house, and since he’d played this very song on this very piano many times, it really wasn’t completely clear to him what this memory was. It was not possible for him to even move his own eyes while reliving a memory, but he felt everything clear as day. As the song neared its end, the door to the room opened and his head turned to see who was there. He felt his expression turn amiable, pleasant in his gaze as it rested upon two familiar figures. When he opened his mouth to greet the person his Valran had escorted and the words came out, immediately, he recognized this memory.
The strain intensified and he realized he’d have to stop this Voyage lest he overstep. This was…unfortunate. He rather liked this memory, actually, and would’ve been more than pleased to let it replay. Maybe more than once, to be honest. However, he really couldn’t risk the Mageblight— he needed to save his stamina in that regard for the Resonance mark he sought. Begrudgingly, he cut the flow of ether that held together his Voyage and drifted back into actual slumber.
Dawn’s early light rose slowly over Amoren as the gilded city slept. While Solace gracefully faded into Glade’s First Bloom, the circumstances of two dwelling within had changed drastically in the span of a few hours the night before. The devoted pair had spent the latter portion of the month bound tightly together as they readjusted to one another’s company, yet a shadow still loomed in the distance. It was the same shadow that had fallen over Arkash since he was first enslaved at the start of his journey in Daravin– that of a petty, manipulative Veir, Raphael of House Mathis. Sound asleep for now, the Rathor and his lover would take their leave of the city and then Daravin itself within the day.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, the Veir found himself just barely awake. He sat there in this half asleep state for a few moments before he remembered that they really didn’t have the time to linger. Arkash lay on his side, facing away from him. Pulling himself a little closer, he rested a hand on the younger man’s shoulder and kissed the back of his neck, then the top of his head while his grip tightened into a gentle squeeze and he attempted to shake his lover awake.
“Beloved…I still need to…inform Lucia of our plan. You can come with me to talk to her if you’d like, or you can stay here and sleep more if it suits you…” his voice is soft, tired, as he falls back into the bedding beneath him and covets the man in front of him, holding him close.
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