Prophetic Naps

Rage. In my heart. All-consuming. FUCK AI.

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"Hmph, who are you?" Mydaas hissed.

Rennoh shrank back, but perked when he heard a familiar name. "You... Do you know Stelle?" he asked.

Mydaas glared, "Go away. You have no business here!"

Rennoh slipped away, ready to start his foraging. He was shaking, afraid of Mydaas and the hunters.

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

'Moon Priestess at Prayer'. Photographed in 1900.

the full moon in paintings

"Stelle... She was just a baby when she... Time operates differently there, I guess." Rennoh smiled, adding, "Is she well? How is Acer? I miss him too."

"I think we all miss Acer. He kept things in place." Palmia smirked, "Even an exiled Imperial Drone is still an Imperial Drone."

Rennoh paused to examine a growing lichen, smiling, "Oh that one will be ready soon... Oh, sorry."

"Don't be! You are why the others here can forage as well as they do!" Palmia paused, and growled. "We are being watched."

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

"Oh... Sure..." Stelle smiled at the young man, and they went to dance.

Another went to the Duke, "Certainly a strange young lady, Your Excellency... She is making a wonderful impression."

@itisweselton

It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.

She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.

The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...

She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.

"He wished to have the dough, yes?" Stelle responded

"Why did the outlaw, hold up the bakery?" Soldan telling bad jokes, a sigh that she's in a good mood or just wanting to throw out some humor for fun.

“I hope this will help. Acer is in contact with ones on Harmonus, so he should have something arranged!”

There was a deep rumble heard around, and Stelle giggled, “Thank you Acer!”

“The Veil thins soon, so maybe I can finally see Harmonus myself.”

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?