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.

Comments

Eee, Sansa! I just started reading A Feast for Crows.

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia doesn't like snow. She's frozen in place as she looks up at the sky and watches snow drift down. It's beautiful, yes, but snow and ash as so alike when they're both flying through the air. It's the sound of hammers and people that draw her out of her thoughts and she forces her legs to move forward, drawing her traveling cloak tighter around her as she heads toward the source of sound.

*u* i'm on affc now too

[ladysarmour]

The source is the castle forge, where a gruff older man pounds away on steel with hammer against anvil. He holds his work up for inspection, sees the woman, and sets it aside.

"There, woman, what're you doing here?"

So much love for asoiaf

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia does her best to stay out of the way she watches, utterly fascinated. She was a woman who grew up on fantasy novels, with her own dreams of being a kind loving queen ruling over her people, or a daring knight going out to fight evil and saving the kingdom. Dreams of being a knight had a tendency to win out over being a queen or princess.

When she's addressed, she quickly bows her head in apology, trying to find the right words.

"Forgive me, I was only observing. It's a well-crafted sword, sir."

/enables!!!

[ladysarmour]

The man humors her with a gruff chuckle. "A wench who thinks she knows her way round steel, eh? I've pissed better swords. This'un's for the little lordlings and squires to practice with."

Hah, I've considered trying my hand at Arya.

[shadedsunlight]

"It may be the first sword a lordling or squire practices with, but it sets a foundation for them and one day you may craft them a proper sword they will carry for the rest of their life. Not all swords are equal, no, but they all begin at the forge." she bows her head again, keeping her eyes adverted. "Forgive me, I speak out of line."

do you know how badly i would kill for an Arya (ps look at the above sif thread)

[ladysarmour]

He laughs, but his hands stay steady. "No, you speak well. Are you some lordling's daughter? Milady?"

[shadedsunlight]

"No lordling's daughter. Only the daughter of a tavern owner," Ginia replies, finding it easiest to fall back to a truth. All the best stories had scraps of truth hidden in them to give it a backbone. "But I learned how to speak well from my father and from serving those who came by."