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baedalites ([personal profile] baedalites) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2012-03-31 08:21 pm

birds singing in the sycamore tree

As night falls on Baedal, the city is almost quiet. The streets have a few last minute workers returning home, but by now, most citizens have already gone by the temples and picked up their vurt, ready to lay down and dream.

After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.
greatestofthese: (happy ❦ telegrams and tailcoats)

[personal profile] greatestofthese 2012-04-02 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"I imagine so. It does seem to often be rather... busy around here, but perhaps I am one of those cursed to live in interesting times, as they say." Pause. "Or not live. I'm not entirely sure what my exact metaphysical state of being is, currently, but it's good enough for me, anyway."
leviohhhhsa: (I read about it in Hogwarts: A History.)

[personal profile] leviohhhhsa 2012-04-12 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Live," Hermione says firmly, almost fervently. It feels like after everything, it's best to be sure about these things, and not to quibble over maybes and might have beens; she's alive, end of story, nothing more to worry about.

"Thankfully. What happened with your leg?"