#songsdreamt

[mycomaid]

@songsdreamt: " i. . . i didn't mean to. . . " + receiver finds sender covered in blood / accepting.

between the tadpole situation & her latent paranoia at sleeping in the open, she's still been sleeping light. even when the druid drifts off slightly into the woods outside of camp, anything can wake her up. but she isn't sure what it is that wakes her up this time, though it's not a mystery for long. for there stands this tiefling she's only recently met, covered in blood & standing a small distance from the source of the carnage. annette's eyes widen, flitting over percy & the surroundings with panic. i didn't mean to, she says. the druid curls into herself almost defensively. "what ... what -- what happened ... ? h-how did you ... ?"

the half-elf's eyes flit about, gauging each escape route & what would be fastest or safest. just in case.

[weavewilled]

“ all i want to do right now is hop into a warm bed & not get out until the end of winter . ” @songsdreamt ⇢ animal crossing

The  first  winter  has  descended  upon  them,  it  should  seem.  They  had  the  fortune  — if  one  could  call  it  that  — of  all  this  beginning  in  the  summer,  and  so  the  weather  has  held  and  the  days  have  been  pleasant.  Now,  however  — the  chill  has  settled  in,  and  there’s  even  a  few  wisps  of  snow  blowing  through  the  trees.  It’s  sticking  here  and  there,  ghosting  the  lands  'round  in  a  gentle  frost.

By  morning,  it  will  be  knee  deep,  no  doubt.  The  fire  is  burning  heartily  — in  part  by  diligent  tending  by  the  others,  in  part  by  a  keenly  sparked  cantrip  here  and  there  when  it  grows  low  — but  it  only  serves  to  keep  the  worst  chill  at  bay.

Gale  is  not  a  man  built  for  the  winter,  either,  and  it  shows;  he’s  found  thick  gloves  somewhere,  but  even  so  the  chill  seems  to  never  quite  leave  long  slender  fingers.  "  A  longing  that  we  share,  I  assure  you,  "  he  chuckles,  and  with  it  comes  the  offer  of  a  warm  bowl  of  stew  that’s  been  simmering  all  evening,  hot  and  with  a  little  mild  spice  to  make  it  settle  into  the  bones  a  bit  more  deeply.  "  Perhaps  this  will  help.  Apologies,  no  bread  this  evening.  "

[ebnaril]

❛  who was that shape in the shadows?  ❜

@songsdreamt. / accepting.

crystalline eyes dart to the darker corners of the old selûnite outpost. never have they been to the underdark -- well, all of this is quite new, to be honest, but this was a different type of new. the darkness was not the blue-black of the surface, but a deep purple illuminated by cool-colored mushrooms that grew to their natural size. "a shape?" the paladin quirks an eyebrow. "my gold's on either a rat, or maybe jus' nerves. or shadowheart. b'tween you & me, i think she likes the dark more'n she says." an easy fanged smile to the shorter tiefling, trying to ease the tension.

[mycomaid]

@songsdreamt: [MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still. / accepting.

annette doesn’t mean to squirm so much — she has so many questions about the colored tints & powders percy is applying to freckled features. between that & her constant distraction by the sounds of camp behind her, the druid makes a horrible canvas. she’s been trying her best, though her fate is sealed when the two four-legged members of the group come to see. the owlbear cub nudges her arm, & she moves her head to gesture it closer. percy’s hand stills annette’s face a moment after the cub sits tucked into her side. “sorry,” she offers. “you’ve got an audience now.”

[mycomaid]

@songsdreamt/@spiritdreamt. / continued.

healing spell? hurt? annette's expression shifts, a bit sheepish. how to tell her best friend she's been infected, now torn between two monsters she may yet become? before she can speak, however, there is a pounding behind one eye -- her mind floods with percy's thoughts, the relief her friend feels at seeing her, an image of her -- a bit sooty, frazzled-looking, but whole, & then the squirming feeling ceases. annette's face falls further, eyes wide & concerned. "... you, too?"