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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unicornbomb

[wanderwonder]

Now these-- these were sounds she recognizes. They reminded her of Druze, of the village she'd lived in the first year of her human life. Sundrop cares little for the clang of blade against blade, her ears flattening now and again.

She would do well to move around the territory, but some vague power denies her passage. And there is that tug, faint though it may be, that can only come from a maiden. She shakes her head in agitation, and the snow fall disappears into the folds of her white mane.

.....okay!!!

[ladysarmour]

A girl appears, dark of hair and eye, her long hair brushed back in a simple northern-style braid. Beneath her arm, a covered basket, filled with implements for sewing and stitchery. She looks curious, and awed, and afraid.

[wanderwonder]

Noting the girl's expression, the unicorn nickers softly. Unlike a horse, though, she doesn't dip her head -- no, that is, more often than not, an action of hostility for her kind.

[ladysarmour]

"A real unicorn," the girl breathes. "Just like in the songs."

But she does not hold out her hand.

[wanderwonder]

Songs, eh? That piques her interest.

"What songs are these?" she asks, human tongue thick in her throat. "Or do you mean to pass? You may; I will not move."

[ladysarmour]

"I can't remember. I'm not as familiar with them as -- as some others." She chews her lip, glances nervously around.

"I should not speak with you. My father might not like it."

[wanderwonder]

A look of surprise crosses her features. When has it ever been considered a crime to speak with a unicorn? For all of her life, it had been the reverse.

"Strange, that. I have been warned countless times not to speak with humans."

[ladysarmour]

"Humans can be very cruel," the girl answers. "But not here. You're safe here."

[wanderwonder]

She eyes the girl for a bit, as if struggling to come to a decision.

Finally, she says, "So, too, can humans lie." Her tone is soft despite the accusation in her words. "I hope you lie for good."

Not wanting to get the girl in trouble, she resumes crossing through the territory, paying special mind to anyone with a blade or an arrow.