Open Pillars and Briars

[Ruphy]

OOCI'm hoping for this to turn into something fun! Upon entering the post, please do not leave the starting area until a group, or groups, are established. The entire dream is a crystalline labyrinth and maze, and the only items you have with you are the random clothes you find yourself wearing, a backpack you find yourself with upon arriving here, which contains an item (could be a set) of importance to you, a bundle of rope, and an empty, but large, water skin. In this strange landscape, you will not feel hunger, and both Lethaefal and Synafal are in their full glory. Any other shape-shifting races will be able to shift between forms once before staying in that form for the duration for the thread, or until they leave/die. The Charodae will also be able to breathe perfectly well outside of the water for a much longer period of time here. Oh my gosh, I think I'm making it too similar to an Event, and I've probably overstepped my status. 50th of Winter, 513 A.V. 19th Bell, 26th Chime Ruphy had never been so tired before. She didn't need as much rest as most mortals; an Ethaefal only needed the light of their respective deity to sustain themselves; yet she felt drained of all energy. Her limbs felt liquid, her head felt like it was about to explode, and her body felt as if it has been under the influence of a stormy sea. What had she even been doing that day to feel so terrible? Shaking her head in an attempt to gain some clarity, in which only further agony was found, Ruphy abandoned the book she had attempted to read, leaving it on the nearby desk. She wasn't gaining anything from the text, her head was a throbbing mess of near-black red hair, and she couldn't process a single word. She'd probably have to take a rest, nothing good would come out of staying awake with the pain, and skip whatever events are happening in the world outside. Curling into the comfort of her bed sheets, the softness of the bed and pillow lulling her to sleep, the freshly cleaned, and slightly rosy smelling, Ruphy fell into a deeper sleep than she had expected, and into the mystery that which is the Land of Dreams. It was cold. Dreadfully cold. With every puff of her breath, wispy clouds of white vapour drifted in the air. Wrapping her arms around herself, Ruphy took an involuntary step backwards, and was sent off balance, her arms flailing as she tried to stay standing. Pulling her body up right, thank goodness for the dress she was wearing, Ruphy turned around, her gaze searching for the object which had inadvertently attempted to trip her over. There, in the area she had, probably, tripped over, was her bag. HER bag. What was it doing just lying on the floor? Sighing at her stupidity for tripping over her own backpack, the Ethaefal crouched down in front of the bag. It was uncharacteristically bulky. Heavy enough to trip her over, apparently. Unlacing her backpack with practiced fingers, and hands, Ruphy lifted up the covering of her backpack. There, lying in the center of the stupid thing was her bundle of charcoal and her Notebook. Oddly enough, there was also a waterskin which might not be hers, and a large bundle of thick ropes. So those were the culprits behind the weight of the backpack. Removing her Notebook and a finger of charcoal in one hand, she left the other objects in her backpack, Ruphy pulled the bag of leather onto her back. It wasn't as heavy as she had first thought, but she nonetheless quickly placed the backpack on the floor, removed the rope and discarded it on the floor, before repeating her previous act of adorning herself with the now-laced up backpack. Happy with the weight, Ruphy now observed her surroundings. She appeared to be in what could only be described as a perfectly circular clearing, maybe even a hall. It was large enough to be 10 times the size of her apartment room, but it was probably bigger. All around her were perfectly faceted, impossibly flawless pillars of midnightblue crystals. Something was growing and intertwining around the crystals, she was simply not close enough, but she could tell by the way the plants' dark green foliage, woven between the varying sizes of giant crystals, that it had formed a wall that wouldn't be easily breached. There were, however, small openings in the wall where the clearing branched off into paths and roads. Approaching the nearest exit to the clearing, Ruphy realised something. Where did the dress she was wearing came from? It was definitely not what she had been wearing moments before, and she had never seen it before. Hugging her figure before it released its embrace at her waist, the Ethaefal appeared to be wearing a ribbed corset-like thing, lacing hidden behind her trail of creamy-caramel hair. Where the corset ended, a harmony of white ruffles and green silk began, tumbling over itself like the folds of a hazardous waterfall before pooling around her ankles. Completely perplexed by her attire, Ruphy's body remembered its previous predicament. It was cold. Turning back the way she had came, she was pleasantly surprised to find a group of people at the center of the room. Where she had probably been before. Hitching her backpack higher, Ruphy began to speed walk. She hated running, it made her...jiggle too much, so she opted to the thing closest to it. Maybe the group could tell her where she was, her charcoal and notebook ready for communication. Her hair swaying from side to side, the gathered ponytail tied up by a plain white ribbon showing the pale green ribbon tied around her neck, Ruphy had arrived at the outskirts of the group. Her boots clicking to an abrupt halt on the lush grass and glowing glass floor, Ruphy waited to be seen. Maybe one of them would stop staring at the glowing globes of water floating in the air, and stop talking so much to actually see her. But she didn't know that they were talking, nor that her boots were clicking on the floor. She was deaf, after all, and she was only guessing since moving mouths and wild hand gestures definitely meant talking from her experience.

[Lylaa]

Yawning Lylaa shifts back into her human form. Her small body sore and tired from running. She sits on her bed and ties her hip-length blonde hair into a messy bun. Crawling under the blanket she closes her eyes to dream another loving dream about finding her own bond mate.

As she falls into the loving tendrils of sleep, her mind awakens to the land of dreams. Lylaa stands just to trip on the boots she never wears. "Only you would haunt my dreams" she says with her small melodic voice. She glares at the boots and kicks them. Her body shivers, realizing how cold it is she starts to walk.

She stops seeing a girl with creamy-caramel hair . Lylaa looks at the girl studying her to see if she might be a friend or foe. The girl was wearing a gorgeous ribbed corset dress with bright white ruffles and green silk flowing from the bottom of the corset. She watches the girl turn around and start to walk away. Lylaa breathes in for a second, while looking down she notices her clothes are different and her hair is down. Lylaa pulls at the dark brown lace on her arms and notices the short tan silk beneath the longer lace part of the skirt. She notices that the lace covers all of the shorter tan dress, creating a two lengths type of dress.

She shook her head and followed the girl. She and the girl approached a group of people staring at the glowing globes of water floating in the air. Just staring, what boring people thought Lylaa. She turns to the girl. "Do you know why their just staring?" I ask looking at the girl. No response. Lylaa huffs, and stands in front of the girl and smiles, "hi I'm Lylaa."