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

[ladysarmour]

"If that is what you wish." She tucks her purse back into a hidden pocket of her skirt and follows the woman inside. The house is small and spartan, but clean, everything in its proper place. What feminine touchers it has are few and simple, as if added by a child or one with little skill at femininity. She'd had a sister once who'd been like that. "Your home is very lovely."

Sansa sets to unwrapping the shawl draped loosely around her head to hide her auburn hair. "The news I bring is ill, I'm afraid. Dark wings and dark words: the king is dead."

Now in the right place >>

[brosif]

For the first time in her life, Sif is utterly shocked. She stands in the doorway, eyes wide.

“Dead.” No. On a practical level, such a thing is not possible. She knows something of the crown prince, and he is not nearly ready.

“You mean he has fallen into the Odinsleep.”

A trial, but not a permanent one.

hee hee

[ladysarmour]

The strange thought occurs to her that seeing Sif this way is wrong. Odd because she knows Sif only little, but there is an image in her mind of a proud, straight-backed with steel in hand. Struck so, she looks smaller. Her brothers could knock the woman flat and they're both half-and-one head shorter at the least.

"The sleep he lies in is the silent one, gods grant him peace and guard his soul. I hear tell 'twas a hunting mishap."

[brosif]

"A hunting mishap?"

This she cannot believe -- truly.

"The Allfather walked into the heart of Jotun land and made their king beg for mercy. He was not a man to be felled by a hunting accident."

[ladysarmour]

Sansa quavers back a step. "King Robert was a great warrior, it is true, but so it is that a boar saw to his end."

[brosif]

King Robert. A different King, then. This girl, whomever she may be, is from another branch of the world tree. That this is something to be concerned by is seconday to the relief coursing through Sif's veins. The Allfather lives.

"My king is Odin the Allfather. I do not know your king that has been felled by a pig."

[ladysarmour]

"I know no king by that name, I--" Fear courses through her veins in place of blood, cold as ice and sharp as knives, but it cannot cut through her skin, which is dead and has no feeling. Fear that she is well and truly lost. "You are good to open your house to me, but there is still an hour or more left of daylight. I think I will continue on."

[brosif]

"To where?"

All curiosity, now, on this girl. On this girl without a kingdom.

"There are no farms for at least a day's time, and the wolves come out at night. You are farm from home. Where do you continue?"

[ladysarmour]

"Home," she answers, and she pronounces the word with such weight that leaves no room for wondering where.