[netbook 01] before roseroot

[astralprojection]

[in the middle of the night, hastily scribbled words come across the netbook with the urgency of someone who really doesn't want to forget something.]

blizzard — cave in the mountains — nearing the peak? campfire dying, supply wagon visible but no one here

important:

sword, snapped, broken glaive stuck in ground

flowers blooming in the snow

glass ball, broken — crystal ball??

tree with unshed leaves

scarf, shimmering thread — looking at this prompted inhuman shrieks in the distance

skull, bestial, tentacles stuck into the eye sockets

orb of light — one of the few sources of warmth in the cold

golden scale, shielding the area from the storm

objects depicting a sun, moon, and half black sun — floating in the blue glow of a staff ending in a dreamcatcher — growing dim — trying to stay lit

[there's a period of time before an addition is added]

Hello— for those who have met me, this is Astrid. I have been known to have prophetic dreams; some straight forward, some less so. This was one of the latter, and I didn't want to forget the details upon waking up.

Unfortunately, I haven't been here long enough to accurately interpret what I've seen. Maybe we can all come together and figure this out? I'm worried it could spell ill fortune.


((ooc: absolutely feel free to threadjack around and discuss among yourselves as necessary!))

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[astralprojection]

Yes, thank you. I should be able to sleep soundly, now.

[He offers a slight and gentle smile as he stands up from his seat, before a glint comes to his eyes.]

Perhaps I'll even do as you bid and visit you in your dreams tonight.

[unheiring]

Maybe I would enjoy that. If you manage to avoid being a menace along the way.

[astralprojection]

No promises.

[Said as he walks along to the door, doing an absolutely gay little wave as he goes.]

Goodnight, Luca.

[unheiring]

[And Luca offers a middle finger in kind. At least he's grinning along the way?]

Good night, Astrid.