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the digital won't let me go
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!]
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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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...]
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I thank you for your concern. As you can see, my flight is recovering, in its own way. On its own time.
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...I didn't know dragons could sleeptalk. I wonder if it's like sleepwalking where someone could end up in pretty compromising positions, only with words instead.
And you know, dragons aren't the only ones here. Some of us not!dragons might like some words of encouragement and inspiration that aren't just lipservice. And passing the buck to Morpheus doesn't count. He earned his nap.
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Her eyes are closed, but there is rapid movement beneath her eyelids, as though she is, in fact, seeing a great many things at once.]
All battles have a general. That is the purpose we Aspects serve for our flights. As for you, mortal, I suggest you take your rest while you can.
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[That was mumbled mostly under her breath. When she spoke again it was at her normal volume.]
My name's Rose, not 'mortal'. And I'm plenty rested. I don't need to sleep twenty hours a day.
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Settle.
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So, she shut her mouth, crossed her arms and glowered.]
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All creatures on Azeroth are connected to the Emerald Dream. When they sleep, I see into their minds; their hearts. I can walk along their inner landscapes and do as I will. I can shift between that plane and this one; I can bid nature to my call. As one of my champions, you also have these powers, albeit in a more limited capacity.
I do not require open eyes to see, or to act. Neither do you. Perhaps you will understand that, eventually.
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[Never mind that part where apparently Rose will be able to do it as well.]
So why me? Why pick me to, erm, champion you? I'm not exactly hero material, not matter the number of Strigoi I've killed.