"I fell asleep. And. He appeared from my head."

Selenity · December 2014

Start Setting: Moonhart Mother Tree

Note: This is an edited version that leaves out.... almost all the extreme derping I'd say. Such as trying and failing to fall asleep. Repetitively.

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You see the following people here:

Niina, Zhiraad, Avurekhos, Selenity.

You hug Avurekhos compassionately.

You say to Avurekhos, "Hi Grandpa."

Heir Avurekhos Yfae'dren, Bearer of the Silver Chalice says, "Greetings."

Yawning suddenly, you realize that the weight of sleep presses upon your body,

causing your limbs to grow heavy and tiresome.

Niina gives Avurekhos a peck on the cheek.

You blink.

You say, "Is there a dreamweaver here?"

+ Pretty Guardian Selenity Siar'luin of the Arrey Arrane -----------------+

| Strength : 11 Dexterity : 15 Constitution : 13 |

| Intelligence : 19 Size : 11 Charisma : 18 Timeout : 30 min |

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| Rest : fully rested Lessons : 0 |

| Hunger : utterly satiated Lesson Pools : 0 |

| Sobriety : sober and in control Credits : 0 |

| Tolerance : intolerant Bound Credits : x |

| Sanity : completely sane Dingbats : x |

| Warmth : dressed warmly Sticky Dingbats: x |

| Prestige : like royalty Reincarnations : one |

| Rooting : poor |

+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

| Played : 20 days, 11 hours, and 40 minutes Vote Wgt : 10 |

| This Week : 1 days, 15 hours, and 31 minutes Mindset : Cautious |

| Family : Siar'luin Campaign : Sanctuary |

+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

| Shout : An overpoweringly strong female voice shouts, "Blah." |

| Motto : None (SET MOTTO or SET WARCRY to learn more) |

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You say, "Or am I seeing things."

Avurekhos tilts his head and listens intently to you.

You say, "I felt tired all of the sudden."

You say, "But I wasn't."

Heir Avurekhos Yfae'dren, Bearer of the Silver Chalice says, "Let me know if it

happens again."

Pressing his hands together before him, Avurekhos bows his head and an indigo

glow suffuses the area around his forehead.

You shake your head.

You say, "Maybe it was just me."

You nod your head enthusiastically at Avurekhos.

Your eyelids flutter as the weight of sleep presses itself upon them, causing

your arms to feel all the more tiresome.

You say, "It's happening again."

+ Pretty Guardian Selenity Siar'luin of the Arrey Arrane -----------------+

| Strength : 11 Dexterity : 15 Constitution : 13 |

| Intelligence : 19 Size : 11 Charisma : 18 Timeout : 30 min |

+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

| Rest : fully rested Lessons : 0 |

| Hunger : utterly satiated Lesson Pools : 0 |

| Sobriety : sober and in control Credits : 0 |

| Tolerance : intolerant Bound Credits : x |

| Sanity : completely sane Dingbats : x |

| Warmth : dressed warmly Sticky Dingbats: x |

| Prestige : like royalty Reincarnations : one |

| Rooting : poor |

+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

| Played : 20 days, 11 hours, and 41 minutes Vote Wgt : 10 |

| This Week : 1 days, 15 hours, and 32 minutes Mindset : Cautious |

| Family : Siar'luin Campaign : Sanctuary |

+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

| Shout : An overpoweringly strong female voice shouts, "Blah." |

| Motto : None (SET MOTTO or SET WARCRY to learn more) |

+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

You see the following people here:

Niina, Avurekhos, Zhiraad, Selenity.

Pressing his hands together before him, Avurekhos bows his head and an indigo

glow suffuses the area around his forehead.

Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Avurekhos makes a quiet clicking

noise.

You ask Avurekhos, "Nothing?"

Heir Avurekhos Yfae'dren, Bearer of the Silver Chalice says, "No one."

You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."

You say, "Maybe... I'm actually just tired."

The affliction "insomnia" has the following cures: smoke coltsfoot

Niina spreads her hands wide and weaves a dancing morass of flickering, coloured

light about her. With a clap, Niina sends it spraying outwards, the light

congealing into a wave of technicoloured flames that rush over you with a cool

sensation.

The feeling of tiresomeness spreads throughout your body, leaving you with the

feeling that it would be best to get some rest, soon.

You smile and say, "I'm curious."

This pipe is crafted from a deep blue sapphire. The slender bowl is

elevated high from the stem. On the side of the bowl is a snowflake that

has been carved from a diamond, its many faceted angles allowing it to

sparkle even in dim lighting.

It weighs 6 ounce(s).

It bears the distinctive mark of Chatoyant Telperion Eli'Silar, Testament of

Truth.

It has been stamped with the seal of The Seatimber Artisan Cartel.

A glowing rune has been attached to the pipe.

A diamond snowflake pipe is holding:

Enough coltsfoot for 14 puffs.

Wilde Seneschal Niina Yfae'dren, Bearer of the Silver Chalice says, "Keep it."

Wilde Seneschal Niina Yfae'dren, Bearer of the Silver Chalice says, "I had an

extra."

[[ Movement to find somewhere to sleep ]]

Selenity · December 2014

Beneath creaking boughs.

Ephemeral visions of the virtue of Perseverance slip through your mind, small

whispers of the power of the Hunt echoing in your ears and indicating a war

shrine of Charune nearby. The thick leaves of the cherries and maples provide a

deep shade here, their branches reaching up one-hundred foot or more above. The

creaking of the branches seems accentuated, even with the sound of the wind,

leaves and birds. Listening closer, the sounds of feet on wood and low voices

seem to drift down from above, perhaps people talking in the trees, perhaps only

the imagination. To the southwest, a small stone building is visible between the

grey-green columns. A mature birch tree stands proudly here. Reaching up as high

as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem.

You see exits leading southeast and northwest.

The affliction "insomnia" has the following cures: smoke coltsfoot

You take a long drag off a diamond snowflake pipe.

Your mind relaxes and you feel as if you could sleep.

You close your eyes, curl up in a ball, and fall asleep.

You hear yourself singing, the sound of your music a stunning crescendo of

exhilaration. Overhead, the Tree of Trees bends gracefully towards you, leaves

shifting in an unfelt breeze as though dancing to the sound of your voice. You

laugh gaily, filled with joy, and turn to hold your hands out to your mate. Lost

in the beauty of your song and your love, the antlers upon your mate's brow and

the strange, equine body seem perfectly ordinary. Suddenly, the song falters as

your voice is lost.

You stand in your hometown, walking about your childhood paths and dwellings.

You open a door and see your parents grinning joyously at you. You run forward

and spread your arms to embrace them, but realize that they are nothing more

than straw-stuffed scarecrows dressed in your parent's clothes. You hear a wet

dripping from nearby, and the scarecrows reach towards you as the door slams

shut, plunging you into darkness.

Asleep at last, you hear the sound of a faint whinnying in the distance.

Amongst your other dreams, you see the visage of a unicorn prancing about.

Seemingly growing larger, the unicorn's visa ge slowly absorbs the other dreams,

until there is only the unicorn itself.

So powerful is the visage of the unicorn, that it continues even after you have

awoken.

At last, the unicorn prances one final time before leaping into your mind's eye.

Seemingly leaping from Selenity's forehead, the visage of a unicorn prances

about, growing less ethereal by the minute until it is eventually as solid and

real as anything else here in the forest.

A winged unicorn of moonfire and starlit mist paws the air with his hooves and

whinnies like a horse.

You have emoted: Selenity blinks a few times rapidly, unable to keep any

semblance of actual or attempted sleep. She stares up at the unicorn,

gaping.

Dark mists filled with tiny flecks of starlight have been formed into the svelte

figure of this winged creature, whose definite outline appears to be held in

place by a smooth translucent layer of crystalline glass. Willowy front and rear

hindquarters bear delicate, cloven hooves of mercurial hues that support a

muscular yet graceful frame balanced by an unusual feathered, feline tail. The

broad span of his velvety, mist-touched neck is pronounced with gentile features,

with long sparkling lashes winking in and out of existence as stars passing from

twilight into the full embrace of darkness. Two pools of opaque swirling

iridescence gaze out with a wise reflection, though when touched with the light

of day visibly show an unknown forest glimmering within their depths. An

immaculate, spiraling mane of moonfire cascades down around his visage, silently

shifting and ever burning with pure gem tones of sapphire, cerulean and azure.

Several of the sections that stretch towards where a saddle would be placed

appear to be adorned by the mirroring of distant some distant cosmos, their

mysterious depths writhing with the entrancing, near poetic movements of the

beast. A spiral alicorn touched with auric radiance grows upon the centrepoint

of his princely brow, accentuating the reaches of his height and majesty with a

cant of his head. Powerful wings showered in stars sprout from his back, their

feathers interwoven as falling stars amongst a dewy, misted morning that easily

furl and stretch against his body.

A winged unicorn of moonfire and starlit mist has an air of extreme strength.

He weighs about 300 pounds.

His feedbag is nearly empty! He is looking well-fed.

He is loyal to Pretty Guardian Selenity Siar'luin of the Arrey Arrane.

A winged unicorn of moonfire and starlit mist is holding:

Nothing.