who?: @prcspero where?: in his dreams uwu, wonder if we'll catch a whiff of some giant berserker taint when?: before neptunalia
Unable to hold back the tears welling in his eyes, Fharzai stood at the precipice of a dark world where only nightmares resided. As soon as he slipped into his dreams for the night a path opened up before him, he just didn't know it would lead him here, a storm of abyssal malcontent. Fharzai had never met a druid of his circle himself so he had to wonder when this fellow protector of the Veil had either. When was the last time he had a peaceful night's sleep? Speculating was almost too much to bear, so Fharzai placed his hand against the nightmarescape and forced his way in. Warmth, light, blissful nothingness was about all he could sustain. He could feel the nightmare actively trying to squeeze him out so it could resume bombarding the other druid with dark visions. A space for them to float in the absence of the nightmares that would do him harm. "Hello, traveler," he begins, his gray eyes looking undoubtedly sad when he sees Prospero. "Forgive me if I'm unwelcome here. I promise I'm not here to pry. But I couldn't live with myself if I turned my eyes away from your nightmare. Even if it's just one night, you of all people deserve a peaceful sleep."
