Kaisel
His gaze rolls over Stormbreak's edges as they fly, the look lingering longer than it should. It delivers a surprising ache, the sort that comes when lost things resurface without warning, feeling suddenly fresh all over again. He had not expected to see his old home here, whole as it once had been, not after marching up and down its ruins like the bones of the city needed to be properly catalogued to face the reality, an open casket funeral. If he still had any doubts about this being a dream, that's the final proof he needs. Glancing away and leaning into the press of the wind, Kaisel doesn't look at it again.
The threat of another being here with them had not crossed his mind until Remi gives it voice thought. He doesn't like it in the slightest, and a low rumble of unease tumbles through his frame, felt more than heard as it vibrates through the air. How can we be in a dream if not in someone's mind? He quiets for a moment before more reluctantly adding. Perhaps we are in the creature's mind? He hadn't though there'd been any mind left, but maybe that's exactly what the bag had been. A collection of dreams, and that feels like a suitable component for creating a mind, alongside memories and thoughts.
Could we teleport now? he wonders as Remi tears out another page of the book. Maybe the Bastion has already tried, but it only seems proper to limit test, Kaisel not quite certain when they might wake, or if it'd be so abrupt as their sleep.
Catching the thermal with a snort of surprise, Kaisel shoots up like a kite alongside Remi. He shakes his head into the warm wind, the motion rolling down his neck in waves and washing out over the stretch of his wings. It is nice, he admits after leveling out more from the updraft, coasting along its push with little effort. Dreaming when you know you're dreaming, and choosing what to dream like this.
The tip of his tail curls behind him in thought, Kaisel weighing both Safrin and Ludo. Perhaps it is one of their dreams, he hums the theory, thinking the creature had not shimmered with enough starlight or punishing beauty to deserve Safrin's leash, and neither dramatic enough to feel like Ludo's. Or a nightmare. The best description for the thing, really. I don't know if gods dream... but if you can enter inside of them with their magic, it seems like their magic could push them into the world. The thought disperses for another spiral and a dive, the wonder at why losing out to the wonder of fun for the time being.
The threat of another being here with them had not crossed his mind until Remi gives it voice thought. He doesn't like it in the slightest, and a low rumble of unease tumbles through his frame, felt more than heard as it vibrates through the air. How can we be in a dream if not in someone's mind? He quiets for a moment before more reluctantly adding. Perhaps we are in the creature's mind? He hadn't though there'd been any mind left, but maybe that's exactly what the bag had been. A collection of dreams, and that feels like a suitable component for creating a mind, alongside memories and thoughts.
Could we teleport now? he wonders as Remi tears out another page of the book. Maybe the Bastion has already tried, but it only seems proper to limit test, Kaisel not quite certain when they might wake, or if it'd be so abrupt as their sleep.
Catching the thermal with a snort of surprise, Kaisel shoots up like a kite alongside Remi. He shakes his head into the warm wind, the motion rolling down his neck in waves and washing out over the stretch of his wings. It is nice, he admits after leveling out more from the updraft, coasting along its push with little effort. Dreaming when you know you're dreaming, and choosing what to dream like this.
The tip of his tail curls behind him in thought, Kaisel weighing both Safrin and Ludo. Perhaps it is one of their dreams, he hums the theory, thinking the creature had not shimmered with enough starlight or punishing beauty to deserve Safrin's leash, and neither dramatic enough to feel like Ludo's. Or a nightmare. The best description for the thing, really. I don't know if gods dream... but if you can enter inside of them with their magic, it seems like their magic could push them into the world. The thought disperses for another spiral and a dive, the wonder at why losing out to the wonder of fun for the time being.
And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
