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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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[Yes, Rose had already come up with a name for their Aspect.]
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[Maybe he should ask who she means, but another question has been bothering that he feels he should probably ask instead.]
Just...what do you mean by showers, anyway..?
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You've got to be kidding.
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[how to explain this to some backwater hick?]
Think... concentrated rainstorm in small enclosed space. No need to wait for the water to fill up like you do with a bath.
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...what if they don't have such a thing here?
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Then... you're going to stand guard by a stream and make sure no one comes near until I'm done.
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Jacques gives a tiny nod.]
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I think there was a stream this way.
[And she heads off away from the clearing into the jungle-forest. She wanted to get far enough away that she didn't think anyone would randomly wander by while she was washing herself in the stream but not too far away.]
Okay. This looks good. You go stand over there. [she points to a spot] And keep watch for people. Do not look back this way. Be a gentleman.
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Once done, she emerged clean - well cleaner than she was before.]
Thanks.
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It's only once she's finished and speaks up that he looks over again.]
...you're welcome.
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Time to get back and see what's up with our dragons. I feel much better.
[ooc: want to leave this here?]
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((OOC: Okay, that works.))