[Plot Post] The Wagon Comes...

[wyld_caravan]

Today's reality is no less bent than the last. Mist hangs low, not quite crystallized to frost yet. And finally they arrive.

In the cool of mid-afternoon, the sound of steady drums and melodious voices wafts and settles over the city. It is the restless road-song of nomads and wanderers, and it stirs at every heart

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[soul_binding]

[Al is fascinated by all this. He's only been here for a day and already this place doesn't seem as bad as what he's been told. The music oddly reminds him somewhat of the music he heard at Dante's home... It's beautiful and he's awed by all the different sights.

He's content to not bother anyone, looking from afar.]

[wyld_caravan]

[One takes something like a silvery-shaped egg, carrying it to the fountain in the center square. Once set down in the water it immediately sprouts white vines, which extend their tendrils around the fountain and begin to wind slowly into a small tree.]

[soul_binding]

[Al's eyes widen in amazement. It reminds him of the plant alchemy the Tringham brothers could do, in a way.... except this plant seems to be growing all on it's own.]

[wyld_caravan]

"And....who are you?"

[One finally prompts, seeming to glide closer, all veils and the hint of a smile.]

[soul_binding]

[Al jumps in surprise, letting out a little yelp when one approaches him. He looks at her with wide, amazed, but also curious eyes.]

Ah... I'm Al. Alphonse Elric.

[wyld_caravan]

Alphonse Elric, hm?

[She mutters it briefly to herself, as if tucking the name away carefully in her memory]

[soul_binding]

Y-yes... but most everyone calls me Al... Uhm... What's yours...?

[She's certainly a bit strange... but not the most strangest thing he's seen, thinking of the homunculi.]

[wyld_caravan]

Looking Glass Eye

[She replies, as if it were a perfectly sensible thing to be called.]

[soul_binding]

[Well. He's in a strange world so maybe that's just what the people's names are who are native to it, so he speaks politely in reply.]

It's nice to met you, Looking Glass Eye. [He points at the tree in the fountain.] How did that grow so fast without any help...? [Al takes a guess.] Did it somehow use the water...?

[wyld_caravan]

[She seems amused at his puzzlement.]

Dream-seeds grow at whim, and unbound by creation's crawling time.

[soul_binding]

A... dream-seed? [It's something he's never heard of before yet... it sounds mysterious and beautiful at the same time.]

[wyld_caravan]

They're common to the bordermarches....watered by the rivers of dreamstuff that pool in from within creation's boundaries.

[soul_binding]

There's a lot of trees like that there...?

[wyld_caravan]

Here and there, time and again...

Nothing is so stagnant, in the wyld.

[soul_binding]

I can definitely understand that...