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2009 a space odyssey

happy 413

Oxford, England

via tanvach

    Flowers blooming time lapse

"...What are they worth to you? Are they worth more dead than alive?" she asked.

A shimmering tear fell upon the Egret. It seemed to bring a ghost of the bird to appear, as if wading in a nonexistent lake. Delicate as a pencil sketch, the Egret waded around its lake. Alone.

Stelle watched. The bird called out, but no others joined.

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?

Prophetic Naps

@pcrplevenom

This was no typical dream. The air was cool with the scent of rain. Marble halls stretched forth, many paths to be taken and explored.

On the floor was a mosaic of a grand tree, stretching its branches.

There was the sound of soft dancer's footsteps, and a Troll dressed as a Pierrot stood.

"So I will let you take the lead now. This hall is the main and hardly changes." Stelle showed Edgar the grand marble hall. Stained glass filtered moonlight in colors of golds, greens, and purples.

There were detailed statues of beasts and monsters guarding doors, and fine gilded reliefs on oak railings.

"Well... This is where we start. Choose a path and we will see, Your Excellency."

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?

There would be a small, moon-printed envelope in the mail. In it was the name of a hospital on Harmonus, with instructions to get there via Lone Moon.

Soldan was violently trembling on her knees, gripping her left wrist tightly. The left hand was jet black with a dark purple-blue underone and clawed on the fingers. Her shadow magic corruption never lasted this long, and not having the best time dealing with it. It happened before, but this is looking bad.

"I am the only one of my blood type. Spectral Bloods are extinct. On Alternia, I am likely more valuable dead than alive. Like..."

She had unlocked a door, and her face fell. It was a room of rare birds, all taxidermy.

She had never seen these birds before except in books. Stelle approached a graceful egret, her fingers brushing under its chin. "You... You poor creature..."

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?

Stained glass window Afghan with the border is now finished!