Room 320, Saturday Morning... some bright loud place
This was not the Darkening Deeps. There was some warm, bright thing shining on Illyria, as well as the confining nest in which Illyria's mighty tentacles seemed trapped. (Look, to your average German Shepard they might seem small, but they were mighty to a four year old elder god.)
Illyria flailed and Illyria slithered and after a moment, Illyria remembered that Illyria could, you know, travel between dimensions with a thought, at which point Illyria did.
A whole two feet in a vaguely downward direction, which left Illyria someplace much darker and safer and more comfortable. This... would do. For the moment.
Illyria was not scared. Illyria simply preferred this location.
Shut up.
[OOC: Mostly establishy but open for the roomie if he so desires!]
Illyria flailed and Illyria slithered and after a moment, Illyria remembered that Illyria could, you know, travel between dimensions with a thought, at which point Illyria did.
A whole two feet in a vaguely downward direction, which left Illyria someplace much darker and safer and more comfortable. This... would do. For the moment.
Illyria was not scared. Illyria simply preferred this location.
Shut up.
[OOC: Mostly establishy but open for the roomie if he so desires!]