Action: but you never tire of dreams

[ofthebeast]

Characters: Any willing dreamers
Open? Yes
Where: In your minds
When: After the party
What: Part two of the dream plot!
Warnings:


The party went on, with the beast's head on display. A proud, twisted thing. Behind false ruby eyes, it waited. And as the music became slower and the wine less plentiful, it waited still.

Those who had gazed upon it at the ball. Those who had seen it once living in the forest. All heroes who dared to look upon its face and dream still that they would be able to live another day...

There are all sorts of ways of living. In waking. In sleep. Perhaps, now, they would find one in between.

(ooc: Feel free to keep tagging into the party post! Once your characters go home and go to sleep of their own accord, that is when the dreaming will begin. Remember, it is up to you to set up what kind of world your character is trapped in and how best to help them. Plotting post is here, make use of it!

The beast's power will wane once the bulk of the dreamers have escaped his curse. If your character was not at the party but you still want to involve them in the dream plot, that is fine! They can either help get people out or have seen the beast wandering in the woods before it was killed and have caught its attention that way.

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[tatra]

The air is warm and dry. There is a garden, full of exotic plants and trees that offer shade from the harsh sun. A small decorative fountain burbles nearby. A band plays under a wide palm. The music sounds almost Turkish, if you're familiar with that sort of thing, but somehow different, unique. In front of the band is a small, circular paved area surrounded by flowers.

In the small circle is a little glass and bronze table. On the table is a beautiful, ornate tea set. There are glasses, one for each occupant of the chairs and one extra. The spare is for you. The tea is rich and sweet and not entirely like anything you've ever tasted before.

Around the table sit two red-haired, bronze skinned girls. One wears her hair up in a braid that falls down to her waist. The other, Tatra, wears her hair down to the ground. They laugh and smile and joke and tease each other, and the tea seems never to run out.

[for_that_i_run]

Now this was a setting that was at least some what familiar, Chizeta. The country's unique atmosphere always set it apart from Autozam making it almost instantly recognizable. And there was Princess Tatra so that other girl must be her sister.
Eagle didn't see any guards. There was nothing to prevent him from approaching... so why not. He wasn't exactly sure how he had come to be here but maybe those two happy Princesses would be able to tell him.

"Good day, ladies. Are you enjoying your tea?"

[tatra]

Tarta rolled her eyes and Tatra laughed. They had just been discussing Tatra's apparent love affair with tea, so his comment had been particularly apt.

"You have to ask?" replied Tarta with a small wry smile, and Tatra smiled.

"Won't you join us, Eagle?"

[for_that_i_run]

Having missed the beginning of the conversation the joke was sadly lost on him but he smiled when Tatra laughed all the same.

"I might for a while." He took seat at the table where he could see both ladies. It was more polite for conversations that way, "Until I can find out what is going on here. Have you noticed anything strange?"

[tatra]

Tarta took a long sip of tea. She would leave this one to Tatra, who paused to think for a moment, then smiled sweetly.

"No, not at all! Why, have you?" If she noticed anything odd, she dismissed it immediately. She was far too happy here to let it go.

[for_that_i_run]

"I found myself here with no idea how I managed to arrive. Not that this isn't a very nice place but I would like to know how I came to be here."

[tatra]

"Oh." This only seems to bother her for a moment. Then she picks up the tea pot and holds it over the empty cup.

"Will you join us, then?"

[for_that_i_run]

Eagle blinks, confused over just how easily that was dismissed but does give in and accept a cup of tea.

"You aren' t worried about that at all?"

[tatra]

"It's peaceful here." She gestures at the band, playing cheerfully without a care in the world.

"We would know if we were in any danger."

"And it's not as though we can't protect ourselves," Tarta adds proudly.

can unicorns have tea? we shall find out

[wanderwonder]

It is a good day to be lazy. Lazy and relaxed, yes, the setting is perfect for such non-activities. Sundrop enters the small circle, her cloven hooves making not a sound on the paved ground.

She believes the girls suffer no ill-will towards her, stupid as that may be given her history. She wants to believe, so she approaches them slowly, attracted to the pleasant atmosphere surrounding them.

just don't break the cup >:V

[tatra]

The girls fall quiet and watch her approach with wonder. And then Tatra smiles, and Tarta looks to her sister and begrudgingly gets back to her tea. They don't want to scare the beautiful creature away.

The band continues to play as though the unicorn wasn't even there.

it's tough stuff, juggling a tea cup with hooves!

[wanderwonder]

When she is close enough for them to hear her, she asks, "May I join you?"

Re: it's tough stuff, juggling a tea cup with hooves!

[tatra]

Tarta's eyes widen, but Tatra is unfazed. She smiles even wider.

"Of course!" She pours a cup of tea for their guest.

[wanderwonder]

If a unicorn could smile, the unicorn here would be doing just that.

"Thank you." Sundrop peers into her teacup, appreciating the herbal scents, and realizes that her attendance was not well-thought out.

But when was she ever one for thinking ahead?

"Is there licorice in this?" she asks, after taking a closer sniff of the tea. She thinks she can detect a hint of the root, though teas are not something she's overly familiar with.

[tatra]

"What is licorice?" Tarta asks, a small frown on her face. Tatra only shakes her head.

"It has beet sugar, and water and plant extracts," she explained as best she could.

[wanderwonder]

Her face brightens. "Beets!" What a treat!

Have you ever seen a unicorn try to drink from a teacup designed for people? Don't mind the mess, ladies. She's bound to get at least a third of the drink where it's supposed to go.

[tatra]

Tarta makes a face and Tatra restrains a giggle. She hopes her unicorn guest enjoys the drink. It's a traditional way to extend welcome in Chizeta.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

The place is warm and shady and has all kinds of new and interesting smells. Faolan trots around, sniffing at the trees until he finds himself at the table. He peeks over it, looking at the sisters and the tea.

"Hi!"

[tatra]

Tarta smiles slightly at the child.

"Hey little boy. Where'd you come from?"

And Tatra, of course, smiles so sweetly.

"Would you like a cup of tea? It's strong, but quite sweet!"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

"Don't know where came from. Was just here."

He clambers onto a chair. "Yes, please!"

[tatra]

She pours a cup and pushes it in the boy's direction.

"Does your mother know where you are," Tarta asks, concerned.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

He takes the cup, looking down sadly. "Mutti is dead."

[tatra]

"I'm sorry, I didn't..." Tarta trails off, not entirely sure what to say. Tatra on the other hand extends a hand to rest on his.

"Have a drink, dear. It will make you feel better."

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan smiles at being touched. "Have Hawk now, so it's okay!" he reassures. "And you have each other?"

[tatra]

The sisters glanced at each other and smiled.

"Yes," said Tatra, "we'll always have each other." Tarta flushed.

"Don't be so sentimental, Tatra."