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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[cerebral]

There's a splash from above and as the bubbles start to disappear and --logically, in his mind anyway-- go for the surface, Charles focuses on sinking. For a moment he looks disorientated --what was he doing here again? The last time he had jumped into a large body of water...

Something catches his eye in the distance, and he turns to watch it for a moment, before starting to swim in its direction, going deeper and deeper. Some part of him knows that this is a dream, the part of him that knows he's somehow breathing underwater, but his recent journeys on the astral plane have left him out of sorts enough, mentally, that everyone else is able to get a slight gleam into his subconscious for a change.

And despite the serenity of his surroundings, Charles Xavier is not content.