In search of Destruction

[mari_grayson]

Mar'i is not sure how long she has been following Delirium. She doesn't dare to take her eyes off Delirium for a moment. No glances aside, despite the fact that she would enjoy the journey under other circumstances. She wishes she knew. She's worried about how long she's been away from home. She's worried that she's spending too much time

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[silver_flecks]

Once insanity sucks you in, it's hard to look away, no matter what, for that matter.

"TiCk."

The ground is oatmeal.

"ToCk."

The ground is feathers.

It hasn't changed.

"WoUlD yOu ReAlLy LiKe To KnOW?"

[mari_grayson]

"I'm sorry? What do I want to know?"

[silver_flecks]

"WhAt He'S ThUnK WiTh HiS nOoDlE."

[mari_grayson]

"Oh! You mean Ibn? Yes, but ... it's more important right now for me to help your brother. Besides, Dream told me I shouldn't."

[bigbang_theory]

Suddenly there is a presence where previously there was not. Or, if you prefer, where there always was. This is how things work with this one.

All right, now what?

[mari_grayson]

"My lord?" Mar'i bows politely. "I'm called Nightstar. Your sister Delirium was kind enough to guide me here. May I speak with you for a little while?"

[bigbang_theory]

I don't see why not.

A gesture, and a table constructs itself out of nothingness, then two chairs. He reaches into his makeshift travelpack and pulls out a lump of cheese, a loaf of good bread, and a couple of knives.

Asiago? It's quite fresh.

[mari_grayson]

"Thank you, my lord." Nightstar moves to one of the chairs. "I appreciate the courtesy."