Dune often woke up as a crow. Which is how he knew he was not really awake, but dreaming.
He was instantly aware there was something different about this dream. Something that made him feel like he had just donned a role, stepped into a part. He didn’t know what or why, and he didn’t particularly like it, but his magic was too weak for him to hold much sway over the landscape.
He hops to the floor-- grey stone, so they aren’t in Solterra-- and closer to the open door. A mare calls out “show yourself,” and he considers denying this request. But he’s curious, crow-curious, so he scuttles forward. His feathers are a darker black than the night sky, the kind of black that takes all light and swallows it whole.
Despite the darkness of the court he can make out the outline of the mare (good eyes, crows) and soon after a flicker of light at her heels. Fire? He clicks his tongue, takes two hops closer with his eyes squinted in observation. Definitely fire, although it does not seem to harm her. They’re in a dream, so of course this is within reason, but still… most dreams, to his disappointment, mirrored reality. Either she was a natural dreamer, or she controlled fire in the waking world too. And based on the dark, dull, terribly normal court around them, he did not think she was a natural dreamer.
Well... He’s not here for a conversation. Dune squawks at the mare, eying her cautiously, and then he takes to the air, flying past her and out the open window, into the eerily dark streets of Denocte. As soon as he’s airborne he becomes aware of a necklace in his grasp, a simple but pretty thing-- a bright fire agate on a plain chord. Some dream glitch or another, surely, placed it in his claws. Wherever it came from, it’s his now, and it makes his little crow heart happy.
He soars high over the streets, then swoops low, enjoying the dream winds in his dream feathers as he slowly winds his way through the city.
He was instantly aware there was something different about this dream. Something that made him feel like he had just donned a role, stepped into a part. He didn’t know what or why, and he didn’t particularly like it, but his magic was too weak for him to hold much sway over the landscape.
He hops to the floor-- grey stone, so they aren’t in Solterra-- and closer to the open door. A mare calls out “show yourself,” and he considers denying this request. But he’s curious, crow-curious, so he scuttles forward. His feathers are a darker black than the night sky, the kind of black that takes all light and swallows it whole.
Despite the darkness of the court he can make out the outline of the mare (good eyes, crows) and soon after a flicker of light at her heels. Fire? He clicks his tongue, takes two hops closer with his eyes squinted in observation. Definitely fire, although it does not seem to harm her. They’re in a dream, so of course this is within reason, but still… most dreams, to his disappointment, mirrored reality. Either she was a natural dreamer, or she controlled fire in the waking world too. And based on the dark, dull, terribly normal court around them, he did not think she was a natural dreamer.
Well... He’s not here for a conversation. Dune squawks at the mare, eying her cautiously, and then he takes to the air, flying past her and out the open window, into the eerily dark streets of Denocte. As soon as he’s airborne he becomes aware of a necklace in his grasp, a simple but pretty thing-- a bright fire agate on a plain chord. Some dream glitch or another, surely, placed it in his claws. Wherever it came from, it’s his now, and it makes his little crow heart happy.
He soars high over the streets, then swoops low, enjoying the dream winds in his dream feathers as he slowly winds his way through the city.
@Morrighan <3 I hope this is okay, let me know if you need more to work with!
