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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.
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[personal profile] captainredwhiteblue 2012-04-13 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
He gives this some serious thought. (It's clear this is happening from the way his brow scrunches up a little and how his lips press together.)

"Ah, why not?" he says, shrugging, breaking into a grin. "It's all a dream, right? Might as well have fun with it, while I'm here. Where's the starting line?"