the digital won't let me go

[modforged]

Who: Ysera, Morpheus, and the Greensworn
What: Successful retreat into the Emerald Sanctum
Where: Emerald Sanctum
When: After a long, grueling battle near the borders of Suramar
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed

[This realm is one of dreams and it certainly appears that way. Many of the living creatures don't stir from their slumber even as the newcomers pass them by. A gentle rain can be heard, but rare is it that the droplets fall close enough to the earth to muddy the path laid out before them.

The wounded have been brought into a clearing with a low hanging canopy that provides a cool shade while the healers themselves work on grinding a mixture of freshly-picked flowers and decaying leaves. There's a spring nearby that provides fresh water, which is cupped into large leaves to drink out of.

Straying from the clearing proves to be... interesting. Vines as wide as cars hang from the gargantuan trees above. Brightly-colored flowers of all sizes shoot up from the thick undergrowth, and some of them close up shyly as you approach. Others bear sweet fruit, though picking the flowers themselves is highly discouraged.

Somewhere near the center of this jungle, there is a gentle, mossy hill. It looks as if a dragon might have made her bed here, and recently at that.

Morpheus sits against a tree looking rather tired, his fur cloak pulled tightly around his shoulders so that only his nose and ears stick out.]

[ooc: Mingle log for greensworn!]

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OTA

[ninjacques]

[Although any fighting he had done had not been extensive, there is always a tension that one doesn't quite realize until they've stepped off of a battlefield, and only then can they feel themselves unwind. Even then, Jacques doesn't allow himself to let down his guard completely. It's more out of habit than fear that there might still be some lingering threat. This place feels safe, and the peaceful, more natural sounds are much preferred to that of the chaotic battleground that they had previously been in.

Not being a healer of any sort, Jacques keeps his distance from the wounded so that he won't be getting in anyone's way. He helps himself to the water from the spring, dribbling some of it from the leaf-cup over his face before drinking the rest.

After making sure his eagle-friend is also refreshed, he takes another look at everything, and all those about. Leaving his gigantic bow gun with the bird, the hunter fills a few more leaves with water, looking to distribute to whomever he comes across that looks like they might need a drink.

He'll even pause by Morpheus to see if he'd care for some water as well, since the mage had been working hard even before they'd arrived.]

[mortalforged]

[The green flight's caretaker has already nodded off when Jacques arrives. Several small, brightly-colored birds have taken up residence in his hair. They squeak and peep quietly at the newcomer.]

[ninjacques]

[Crouching beside him, Jacques decides he probably shouldn't bother the guy if he's already fallen asleep. He peers at the little birds that seem to be using him as a nest. That's...unusual. Aw, but they're cute little birds.

He holds up a finger as though it would entice them to come out of hiding for a new perch.]

[mortalforged]

[One bird takes the offer, followed by another flitting gently to his shoulder. They seem to know a bird man when they see one.

Morpheus snorts in his sleep, blinking awake. He doesn't seem to mind the little canaries in his hair and armor, so that's good.]

... What was I doing? Oh, hello.

[Sir you have a crown of birds.]

[theshadowkissed]

[Jacques will find Rose standing alone assessing herself. She has a fair amount of blood splattered on her, her right hand and forearm bearing the most, but it's a watery weird looking kind of blood. She seems to be poking at it and even brings her arm up to her face to sniff the stuff.]

Ugh... Gross.

[ninjacques]

...are you hurt?

[He's stopped in front of her, one of the 'cups' of water held out towards her.]

[theshadowkissed]

Do I look hurt? [Rose's head snapped up and then she glanced back down at herself.]

Oh. It's not mine. God, I hope this stuff comes off. I's so weird.

[She takes the water and tries to wash the blood off.]

[dreamforged]

[She finds Jacques as he's leaving the spring, water in tow. It's clear that he's taken more than he needs, and that he intends to share -- a thoughtful gesture. Ysera steps into his path, her eyes half-shut, her smile small and secret. When she speaks, her lips don't move; instead, the sound seems to thrum from the air itself.]

Welcome, champion. I thank you for your aid.

[ninjacques]

[Pausing at the figure that stands before him, he tilts his head, eyes widening slightly as she speaks. He inclines his head at her words.]

...I didn't do much...

[dreamforged]

I am grateful for your presence, nevertheless.

[She glances from his face, to the water, and back again.]

You are free to partake in the bounty of this Sanctum, but be mindful: this is a world of dreams, for dreamers, and everything in it aims toward that purpose.

[In other words, drink much more of that water and it's naptime for you, too.]

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[pouts]

[ Shapeshifting was going to take some getting used to here in this world. It was difficult in Ylisse where she had to use the Dragonstone and left her tired. After enough times, it was a comforting kind of tired where she can curl up to sleep alongside her allies.

Here, she only has a couple of allies and she's not even sure if they've been sworn into the same Dragonflight as herself. Shapeshifting itself... was different and in this case, completely accidental. She's discovered on this painful day that accidentally turning into a bear was far more exhausting than any transformation done with the Dragonstone.

So that's why once she's inside, she's finding a dry spot to curl up to try take a nap. Everyone else is, so why can't she join in with them? ]

[mortalforged]

[Morpheus sits beside her without invitation. And then, promptly, he falls asleep too.]

[pouts]

[ Aw yes, we're starting a cuddle pile of green dragons right here, right now. She'll even lean over onto him and probably drool a bit. ]

[mortalforged]

[That's okay. He rests his head against hers, cloak falling over to cover them both.]

[dreamforged]

[Ysera appreciates a heavy sleeper. She sits beside Nowi, examining her with a critical eye. There's a familiarity to this girl that Ysera can't place. She's not of Azeroth, but she seems to fit in well.]

[pouts]

[ Peeking an eye towards her. ] Hello miss, do you want to join in?

[ Normally Nowi has a lot more energy for playing, but most of it has been spent trying to avoid certain death by demons. ]

[dreamforged]

[Ysera reclines, folding her arms behind her head.]

I already have.

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[theshadowkissed]

[Splattered with demon blood, Rose just looked around at the Sanctum. It was a jungle. Like Amazon Rainforest on Crack kind of jungle. It was breathtakingly beautiful and she couldn't help but think about how much Lissa would love it. It felt full of life - which was probably all the plants around - but there was something else.

It took her a moment to realize it was the weird feeling of belonging. Rose was used to feeling like she belonged anywhere other than with her best friend, but this place definitely gave her a homey feeling along with everything else. She started to wonder around when she noticed something.

Sleeping dragons. Sleeping everything. Hell, Morpheus was sleeping (though she supposed he'd earned it). They'd just come from a battlefield to some dragon's giant slumber party. She was half expecting to see pillows laying around. This... kind of bothered her.]

Really? Really? You're all just sleeping? There was a battle out there. [She gestured toward where the portal thingie she'd come in from.] People died.

The hell are you all doing sleeping?

[Rose had no idea who was even listening to her, but she was pretty hot about the topic. People didn't just sleep when there were battles raging on in the Rose Hathaway book.]

[pouts]

[ Yawning as she wakes up. Why is she even asleep? She did no fighting whatsoever. ]

Um, it was nap time until someone was loud about it.

[theshadowkissed]

No, it's not naptime, Nowi! It's insane to just conk over asleep like a bunch of juvenile kids after a long day at school!

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[dreamforged]

[The Green Flight has two dominions: nature, and the dream of nature. Ysera's realm is a world of platonic forms, of surreal perfection. In the Emerald Dream -- at least, in this version of the Emerald Dream -- nature is raw, pure. As such, the Green Sanctum is a riotous garden, vibrant and beautiful ... but its air is threaded through with mist, slow-moving and strange. There's a heavy, sweet scent in it, powerful enough to make even those with the strongest constitution a little drowsy.

Ysera, now in her Aspect form, rests in the center of the Sanctum. Her enormous body takes up the whole of a platform raised about six feet above the ground; a platform with sheer cliff faces all around its circumference. From this vantage point, Ysera sleeps.]

[theshadowkissed]

[Well, this is the biggest dragon around and, in proper grade school fashion, Rose figures the biggest one is the one she needs to harass in order to gain some footing in this new home of hers. It's a stellar Rose Hathaway plan to stalk directly up to the giant DRAGON and glare.]

And you're just going to lay there when your fellow dragons are injured - some even dead? Great inspiration you are, snoring through a time when your people are in need. Were you even out there fighting in that battle, or have I actually managed a higher kill count in it than you?

[The whole two demons she killed. Though she supposed one and a half was better since she did have Carolina's help with the second one...]

[dreamforged]

[Ysera doesn't stir. Doesn't even open her eyes. However, she does respond, with a lilting voice that fills the sanctum.]

I thank you for your concern. As you can see, my flight is recovering, in its own way. On its own time.

[anybody]

[ Where the forest outside had been chaos and terror, the environment of the Green Sanctum is comfort and quiet. It reminds Lady of home to some degree and the sleepy, calm air helps to unravel some of the stress she's still trying to get rid of.

It's not all gone though, which is why she's used her powers to create a thick knitted blanket that she's wrapped herself in so completely that only her face and her feet are visible as she quietly walks around. Not that she's cold, just - she wants something a little comforting, is all. And she'd like to talk to someone too, so when she sees Ysera, she decides to approach her. ]

Um, hello-- oh, wait. [ Lady's voice drops into a whisper the moment she realizes the dragon is asleep. ] You're sleeping, I'm sorry.

[dreamforged]

[Poor, frightened girl. Ysera doesn't open her eyes, nor move her mouth, but she responds nevertheless.]

Be calm, child. You are safe here.