[Dream] Even if we wake from this dream
[normally, Llwyn wouldn't be caught dead sleeping in this realm. Too open, too foreign, too vulnerable. But he wasn't his normal self right now so he'd managed to snatch a few moment's shut eye. And for someone who had been spending a better part of five months trying to find his way back to his loved ones, it was only a matter of time before he gave in to the memories in his head.
Each area had it's own trait; in one, a vast library on the edge of a lake. Bright, sterile, the type of place that seemed to be cultivated for scholars, or practitioners of medicine. It seemed a bit cold though... Turn and one finds themselves in front of what looked like a fighting ring. A polar opposite to the pristine white of the library, it was dark and lit with braziers placed at regular intervals. The sound of drums and the occasional lava spout could be heard and seen when one stood around... the air of being unwanted hung in the air.
Llwyn himself was wandering in a clearing amongst trees. There wasn't a building here, and there were moments where it would dance between the bright sunlit fields and the dark unwelcoming forest, but it was welcoming. The air of a place were anyone and everyone would be accepted.
One just needed to ask to be let in]
...
[there's a peaceful smile on his face before he pulls out his violin and starts playing. Priorities were in place (such as finding Farore and apologizing for taking so long to come back and maybe asking if she would play a song with him) but first off...]
I'm home.
[ooc: * shrieks and runs off to finish her other tags*]
Each area had it's own trait; in one, a vast library on the edge of a lake. Bright, sterile, the type of place that seemed to be cultivated for scholars, or practitioners of medicine. It seemed a bit cold though... Turn and one finds themselves in front of what looked like a fighting ring. A polar opposite to the pristine white of the library, it was dark and lit with braziers placed at regular intervals. The sound of drums and the occasional lava spout could be heard and seen when one stood around... the air of being unwanted hung in the air.
Llwyn himself was wandering in a clearing amongst trees. There wasn't a building here, and there were moments where it would dance between the bright sunlit fields and the dark unwelcoming forest, but it was welcoming. The air of a place were anyone and everyone would be accepted.
One just needed to ask to be let in]
...
[there's a peaceful smile on his face before he pulls out his violin and starts playing. Priorities were in place (such as finding Farore and apologizing for taking so long to come back and maybe asking if she would play a song with him) but first off...]
I'm home.
[ooc: * shrieks and runs off to finish her other tags*]