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!]

Comments

[dreamforged]

[Ysera isn't one for fighting, as a rule, and it's an attitude that extends to most of her interactions. Of course, that doesn't mean that she's incapable.

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.

[theshadowkissed]

Barbie would have made better general. At least she'd been out there in her hot pink convertible instead of lounging in the Dream House.

[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.

[dreamforged]

[Ysera's pretty patient, as dragons go. She doesn't understand Rose's reference, but the tone comes through clear enough.]

Settle.

[theshadowkissed]

[Rose opened her mouth to give a snappy reply, but she stopped herself. Even she had enough sense to know when she was starting to push things too far. And, at the moment, she didn't really have a good reason to do so other than being generally irritated at her situation.

So, she shut her mouth, crossed her arms and glowered.]

[dreamforged]

[That's better.]

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.

[theshadowkissed]

Dreamwalking? Great, more spirit stuff. And here I thought I only ever had to deal with my boyfriend taking a waltz through my dreams. Why am I not surprised a dragon can do it?

[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.