Jul 24, 2021
@foreistgner
Ember reaches out, grabs a hold of the thread that Alwoon's message creates between their universe and his - the medium, they think it's called? - and from the Dreaming, they follow it, casual clothes created with the body they're using. Just a graphic tee and jeans, no socks.
It's time for them to help a friend, they think, landing into a crouch. Immediately, Ember yelps as his feet give a sharp twinge of pain, but he hobbles upright easily enough. "Al....Alwoon?" they ask, hesitant.