“I Go To You At Night Along The Road Of Dreams.”

Stained glass window Afghan with the border is now finished!

Moon Halo with Jupiter (x x x) l England UK

A Reclining Female Figure - Edward Burne-Jones

"If I Can Be Where You Are" - Enya

"No, but please, I'd like to learn!" Stelle smiled.

@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.

On Call

@adam--bomb

It was a more complex mission, but Aurora Lark III didn't just serve Trolls.

However, this planet, Pandora... It was a unique challenge in danger levels.

A respiratory illness was detected and determined dangerous, so the Aurora Lark III's scientists and doctors crafted vaccines. It was just getting the vaccines into the patients...

Bandits rarely came looking for anything other than a fight. Capturing them would be dangerous and unethical.

So the safest bet now... Darting them, as well as working on food-based vaccines.

If only there was a local doctor who could give insight before the powderkeg blew...

Capell Legato aimed his air rifle at a few Bandits that were carrying on in their usual way. It was then he noticed they were *after something*.

Handle with care

(picrew here)

Your name is Palmia Nasrin, and you spent your 8 Sweeps of life in the Wilderwood.

You enjoy exploring, foraging with Rennoh, and chasing off Poachers.

The Wilderwood of Harmonus is home to all kinds of beasts and monsters.  You are quite at home with them, as you had been with the Golden Hind since you were a Pupate.  Something about a fawn unjustly killed so the village leadership threw you to the rampaging doe.  Whatever.  Doe Mother loves you, and her herd is your family.

Your Orange blood isn’t at all indicative of your nature.  You are tall, bold, and are not afraid of anyone who comes into your territory.  If it’s Rennoh, though, well, you know where the good forage is.  You trust the light of your Lantern to guide the way.

What’s a Trolltag?  Sounds gross.

"I... I would love to see other places, and other people. There is a way, but it can be dangerous." Pause. "Dreamers cannot hurt me here, but if I go someplace in the waking world, I could be hurt or killed."

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?