birds singing in the sycamore tree

[baedalites]

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.

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[aldabeyoun]

"You know, I'm not sure whether this looks better on me or you, but I'm biased in my own favour," Njoki says running and hand down the front of 'her' suit before adjusting her tie. While she has no interest in baseball as a pastime, she's pleased by the opportunity spend time with a friend doing something that he's clearly so passionate about. "The suit, I mean, the setting is all yours, Alan."

In dreams, Ki's body type is the same as in the waking world, her teeth a little sharper, her eyes a shade darker, and there's an almost palpable presence of another form contained with her body. It's unusual, but not meant to be unsettling.