♕ |[28]| And growing still in stature the grim shape towered up between me and the stars
[The snowy expanse stretches as far as you can see, which really isn't very far at all. Fat flakes are falling heavily, reducing anything more than a few feet away to an indistinct gray mist. A dark bulk looms in one direction; a house, perhaps. It has the air of Wordsworth's peak, silent but purposeful, rising from the earth to trouble men's dreams.
Nearer, there is a tree, and in the lower branches of the tree Neil is perched. He's bare to the waist and crowned with branches and blood-bright berries. He doesn't seem bothered by the cold in the least, paging through a heavy old book. The cover's too worn to read; the pages out of focus or blank if you look over his shoulder, but that doesn't bother him either. He doesn't know he's dreaming; at least, not yet.]
[ooc; neil's inner symbolism is a little muddled these days, this could go either way as a good or a bad dream. separate threads considered separate incidents with different people, unless otherwise arranged <3 No continuity expected and OPEN to ALL comers <3]
Nearer, there is a tree, and in the lower branches of the tree Neil is perched. He's bare to the waist and crowned with branches and blood-bright berries. He doesn't seem bothered by the cold in the least, paging through a heavy old book. The cover's too worn to read; the pages out of focus or blank if you look over his shoulder, but that doesn't bother him either. He doesn't know he's dreaming; at least, not yet.]
[ooc; neil's inner symbolism is a little muddled these days, this could go either way as a good or a bad dream. separate threads considered separate incidents with different people, unless otherwise arranged <3 No continuity expected and OPEN to ALL comers <3]