[There's is a cool wind blowing through the eerily quiet Lake Meridian. The Dreamberry clicks on, fallen somewhere beneath the shadows of a tree. Flipped slightly on its side, you can just make out a face, and is that a wing behind it, or another shadow?
[Irial lays there in the grass by the water, a favorite spot, and he stares back at the phone. Only the seconds pass, and the dark faery doesn't blink. There is no light behind those eyes that usually stare with intensity, with mocking, with amusement. They're vacant.
[His glamor is gone. The shapes of his face are sharper, more angular, less human, and his skin is pale, his lips parted. You can almost believe the breeze is part of his breath. But he's not breathing. His still shape simply lays there, staring lifelessly at the Dreamberry]
[ooc note: I got mod approval for this, but ever since Irial returned to Somarium, he's been suffering from a fatal
poison inflicted in canon just before his arrival. He's tried to hide his pain and weakness, but it
didn't always work. The
help of friends and the power of the moon cycles delayed the inevitable and protected the faery, but the new phase of the moon has erased that protective barrier. And so a faery falls. He'll be disappearing from Somarium for the week. I will signal his return in a week, but feel free to reply to this post to mourn, laugh, shrug, yell at him, whatever you wish. Thank you ♥]