She of Slumber

[the-sleepydragon]

"It's time for you to go to sleep, and let your dreams give you peace in a world full of turmoil.."

Hello! Welcome to the ask blog for my COTL OC!

WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS

This blog is run by an adult, and may contain NSFW topics, violence, and swearing.

This character is a Cult of The Lamb OC so there will be depictions of religious content, cult activities, nudity, possible fictional drug usage, and violence. (No there will not be any gore.)

Please read tags/warnings, and engage at your own discretion.

CURRENT SONG OBSESSION(S)

ABOUT THE CHARACTER.

Name: Imora

Occupation: Goddess of Sleep and Dreams

Domain: Somnia (The Dreamscape)

Aliases: She of Slumber, She Who Soothes the Weary Soul, The Great Dreamwalker, The Dragon, Bearer of the Slumbering Crown, The Mother Dream

Age: 2,000+ Years old

Sexuality: Polyamorous/Pansexual

Height: 6ft (mortal form) 25ft (god form)

Species: Dragon

Place of Birth: The Frozen North

Backstory

As a mortal, Imora once lived in a village in The Frozen north with her child. After her village rescued some foreign sailors, who were stranded in the freezing sea, the sailors had brought with them a terrible plague that spread through the village and almost wiped them out. Imora lost her family, her friends, and her child, to this plague.

Devastated, Imora left what remained of her village and wandered into a cave, hoping she would die in there. It was here she found the crown in her sleep, while experiencing a terrible nightmare of what she'd been through.

When she woke up, the crown from her sleep had manifested onto her head.

Imora didn't want the crown at first. She didn't want the responsibility of a god, and she tried many times to get rid of it. However, her mind was changed when she realised she could help other people who had suffered like she did. Be it through a good night's rest, or a dream to escape reality.

Imora was able to heal through her godhood, and since that night in the cave, she has dedicated her immortal life to maintaining the dreamscape, and watching over everyone in her garden of shadows..

Powers

Dream manipulation

Imora can directly influence a person's dream. She can turn it pleasant, or she can turn it into a nightmare based on your worst fears.

Dreamwalking

Imora can travel through the dreamscape and enter people's dreams. She can make herself visible, or invisible, to the person who's dreaming at will.

Cloning

Imora can make copies of herself in the dreamscape. These copies are temporary, and assist Imora with whatever jobs she may need done.

Imora is connected to her copies. She can see and remember everything a copy experiences, and the copies will disappear if Imora is severely injured or hurt

Sleep Manipulation

Imora can make people fall asleep. She can also make people stay up, and make people stay asleep if she so chooses.

Wish Granting

A dream is a wish your heart makes, after all!

Imora can grant wishes! So long as a follower has enough devotion to grant it.

Wish granting is powered through devotion. If a follower or a person can generate enough devotion; Imora can grant the wish. If not; the wish will fail, or will be granted with a genie's-trick like twist to it.

Strengths and Weaknesses

Strengths

Imora is at her most powerful when she's in the dreamscape.

Imora is incorporeal in the mortal world. She cannot be hurt or killed when she's in the mortal world.

Imora's only able to create illusions, and put people to sleep, when she's in the waking world

Weaknesses

Imora is vulnerable to attacks in the dreamscape

Imora is sensitive to bright lights and sound.

Because Imora is incorporeal in the mortal world, she cannot interact with anything- including people.

Imora has a soft spot for children. She cannot stand seeing them being harmed or suffering.

Imora has a fiery temper when she's angered.

Other Blog Characters

Asha and Olivia

Age: 1yr and 6 months

Status: Alive

Gender: Female

Imora's infant children. They are heteropaternal superfecundation twins- or twins born with different fathers.

Mackenzie

Age: 10 yrs old.

Status: Deceased (???)

Gender: Female.

Imora's deceased daughter. Mackenzie was originally born a boy, but came out to her mother as girl before her death. She was originally known as Cormack.

BLOG RULES

1. No extreme changes to my character without my permission. This character is dear to me and I don't want to change her too much unless I decide to.

2. No gore. The mod is really squeamish and gets uncomfortable with graphic gore. Mild descriptions/violence is allowed.

3. No time-sensitive RPs. Mod has a life outside Tumble and a full time job and, doesn't always have time or energy to respond to time sensitive RPs.

4. All characters/characters from other fandoms/non-cotl characters are welcome! However they will be treated as if they're interacting in a separate pocket dimension to avoid messing with Imora's canon.

5. Anyone wanting to NSFW rp MUST talk to me first, and be over 18!! I will be asking for age in DMs. Flirty/suggestive asks are allowed for everyone! I will not NSFW RP if I am uncomfortable with you.

6. NSFW rp is now allowed!

NSFW rp will be put under cuts and have a #suggestive or #NSFW tag and be marked as mature depending on how intense it is. DO NOT READ if you are uncomfortable with it.

7. I will not always answer asks. The main reason being I don't know how to respond to certain asks, or I don't want to answer it in general for my own personal reasons.

8. Magic anons/anon shenanigans are allowed! The maximum asks that will be affected by m!a will be capped at 10

Please do not give me a reason to change my rules.

EXTRA LORE BITS

Imora's Temple:

💬 0  🔁 1  ❤️ 8 · Imora's Temple · A comprehensive Guide Original Author: Unknown Disciple of Imora Date Written: Unknown I write this f

Dream Bubbles:

💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 2 · [something came to mind, have you done a lore thing on how the dream orbs work/look?] [If so, can you send me to where i f

Somnia:

💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · So where someone sleeps and enters somi-some- your domain...is it affected by them? Like if someone from anura fell asleep

Somnian Nightshade:

💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 3 · [A torn page from Aster's journal...] [On the next page of the journal entry, there are two detailed drawings. One is of t

💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 3 · [Aster's journal is open on a new page. The handwriting is sloppy, uneven, and hard to read the further down you read.]

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RP INFO

"Imora speaks like this"

"Mackenzie speaks like this."

[Actions are like this]

OOC/Mod will speak like this

Updated: August 9th, 2026

[the-sleepydragon]

( @sheep-of-horn-avenue )

*Crocell and Reverie was on their way to the temple after taking a hour long break. Crocell had a bracelet on their wrist that prevented him from entering certain areas of the temple.*

Reverie: Okay, so, Reverie: I talked to Lady Imora, she say's its okay for you to enter the libary to get a better understanding of how to build better defenses for lucid hollow

*Crocell simply nodded with a flat hum.*

[There were quite a few people in the temple today. Some were helping out with cleaning, while others were here to pray and worship. A feq were leaving offerings and deep in solent prayer in the shrine room.]

[The archives, however, were quiet, as one or two people were inside reading.]

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

*Reverie and Crocell grabbed a near collection of books to go off on, sitting at a table at the corner of the archives. The silence that settled between them oddly pleasant, as if they grown comfortable in each other's presence.*

*Reverie looked up for a brief moment, giving the wolf a soft smile.*

Crocell: ... Crocell: Don't do that.

Reverie: Do what?

Crocell: ...N-nothing...*they stammered.*

[the-sleepydragon]

[As the two of them are reading, a tail pokes up from under the table. A tail with a small silver tuft. It wiggles playfully for a second before a pair of eyes look up at Reverie and Crocell from under the table.]

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

*Crocell flinched as the pair of eyes looked up at then, ears flattened at the sight of a mini Imora*

Crocell: GAH- who are you!?

Reverie: *Gasps* You must be Mackenzie! It's nice to meet you.

[the-sleepydragon]

[It was indeed Mackenzie!]

[The little dragon giggles playfully.]

"Mama's busy, so I came here to play!"

[She climbs up until she's sitting between the two of them. She looks at Reverie and Crocell, then down at their books.]

"Watch'a reading?"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Crocell: We are looking for solutions to help build up Lucid Hollow defenses

Crocell: Especially since your mother and her disciples have grown wary about the last attack...

[the-sleepydragon]

"Oh."

[Mackenzie looks down at the book again.]

"Is there a bad guy coming?"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Reverie: I mean....a group of bad guys already came....

Crocell: Hm.

Crocell: Not my fault Somnia was easy to penetrate..

Reverie: Yes, and now you serve Somnia as penace for your crimes.

[the-sleepydragon]

[Mackenzie tilts her head.]

"Well.. mama can do a lot of cool things!" [She says.] "Maybe mama can help you too!"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Crocell and Reverie: Mmmmmmmm.

Reverie: While that is *very* true, Reverie: Dream Mother and Crocell have a bit of a rocky relationship right now....

[the-sleepydragon]

"Oh! Don't worry! Mama doesn't bite!"

[Mackenzie smiles and twitches her tail.]

"She's really nice! I'm sure she'd be happy to help if you just asked!"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Crocell: I'm...sure she is....*they said, trying to hide the slight discomfort.* Crocell: But I'd rather keep the space between us for now, uh-

Reverie: Nevermind that! Reverie: You seem itching to play a game Mackenzie!

[the-sleepydragon]

[Mackenzie's eyes light up at the mention of a game.]

"I love games!"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

*Reverie giggles.*

Reverie: What game would you like to play?

[the-sleepydragon]

"Mmmmmm.."

[Mackenzie thought hard about it.]

"Can we have a tea party?"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Crocell: Hm… Crocell: Not a bad idea…

Reverie: It’s settled then! Reverie: A wonderful game of tea party!

[the-sleepydragon]

"I know where they keep the fine dishes! Hold on a second.."

[Mackenzie gives a mischevious giggle as she slides off the seat she was sitting in and runs out of the archives.]

[There's silence for a moment, then a yell of surprise, the crash of pottery, and small pitter-pattwring footsteps before Mackenzie comes back carrying a tray with colourful pottery.]

[Her tail is swishing playfully.]

"I found it!"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Reverie: ...Mackenzie did you break something?

*She worriedly asks while Crocell holds in a stifle *

[the-sleepydragon]

[Mackenzie takes a moment to respond, but her tone sounds more like a question than an answer.]

"..Noooo..?"

[The guilty look on her face says it all.]

[the-sleepydragon]

{ @old-faith-infidels }

*It appears that Geb was dreaming well again. However, though the dream was pleasant to Geb's mind, this dream was not set within the settlement Imora pieced together to stop Geb's previous nightmare...*

[While making her rounds, Imora checks on Geb's dreamscape out of curiosity. She's surprised to find that Geb isn't dreaming about the settlement she'd made to help them.]

[Imora peers closer into Geb's dream bubble...]

[the-wayward-flock]

*This time it appeared to be set within the so-called "Eternal Banquet" - the afterlife promised to followers of The Old Faith whose Patron Bishop was Lady Heket. It was a somewhat common dream of the Yellow Crown's believers.*

*Countless rows of tables, spread out as far as the eye could see in a vast field; larger than even the busiest crop plantation known in the Lands. Each tabletop was laid in a spread of the most delectable, tantalising, best-prepared meals that anyone could even imagine. It'd be enough to make the most devout break an oath-sworn fast.*

(🔪🥩)

*Though as expected with Old Faith beliefs, nothing is ever wholly innocent. Amongst the vast quantities of food, every table had at least one, and most had multiple, centrepiece dishes. They were followers; fully-cooked yet somehow still alive. These cooked followers were then carved up by those of similar species; presumably the family of the 'meal' at the table. The process seemed painless yet it did little to offset the disturbing display.*

*Once a follower had been picked to the bone, another follower took the dish the 'scraps' were on and carried it away. Once the next course was ready, the former 'meal' follower would return; uncooked, whole and alive with a dish under a cloche alongside the servers presenting the more 'regular' food.*

*After all the food had been set down for the next serving, the cloches lifted to reveal that whoever left to take the dish of scraps had been prepared as the main dish in place of the previous follower for this 'course.' And so the cycle goes on again*

*Geb was sat at a table with a group of five the same animal followers that Imora picked out from her memories last time, with another follower, a pig, being served at Geb's table.*

*There was, though, a sixth empty chair at Geb's table. Based on how much Mackenzie had impacted her life, Imora could probably guess who that empty chair was meant for*

[the-sleepydragon]

[The banquet seemed to be going well! The others were enjoying themselves, there was chatter and laughter as people ate...]

[Imora watched. Not as disturbed as last time but still quite unsettled.]

[And then..]

"Geb..?"

[Mackenzie was standing off to the side of Geb's table, looking quite unsettled as she looked at the food.]

[old-faith-infidels]

*Geb turned around as she heard Mackenzie's voice, and her expression lit up with joy; oblivious to the young dragon's disturbed expression.*

"Mackenzie, you made it!" *She happily greeted her, stepping away from her table for a moment* "Welcome to the Eternal Banquet! This is the paradise My Lady Heket promised for those who follow her! No-one here has to worry about going hungry ever again!"

*Geb reaches out to bring Mackenzie to the table.* "Come on! You'll love the food!"

*Despite how disturbing the scene may be to outsiders of the Old Faith, Mackenzie couldn't deny that at least all the food smelt very good. Plus there seemed to be food options that looked a little more 'normal', per se, so those were probably safe... Right?*

[the-sleepydragon]

[Mackenzie paid no attention to the 'safe' options.]

"Are those.. people?" [She asks, pointing to the already prepared followers with concern.]

[old-faith-infidels]

( 🔪🐖)

*Geb nodded, still oblivious to Mackenzie's concerns.* "Yep!" *She answered chipperly, as though this was something Mackenzie should've expected about her.* "With life in Anura, food can get quite scarce. In times of need, we feed ourselves to our brethren so that we can continue on, or even offer ourselves as a meal to our Lady Heket so she may bring about a good harvest."

*As Geb explains life in Anura, remarkably unfazed by the grim details, Mackenzie can see the other followers at Geb's table carving up the pig. There was still life in the pig, even though they appeared fully-cooked, and their expression was that of... Enjoyment? Thankfulness? Whatever it was, it certainly didn't seem to be that of pain.*

"Here in the Eternal Banquet, while we never have to worry about food again, we still let ourselves be cooked and eaten because allowing others to eat you is a sign of love and care for us who live in Anura!" *Geb added, unaware how truly messed-up she sounds.* "And because this is our Lady Heket's afterlife, we come right back even after being picked to the bone, so you can always share another bite with the people you care about!"

[the-sleepydragon]

"But if Lady Heket can bring a 'bountiful harvest' - then why doesn't she just grow new food in Anura?" [Mackenzie asked, tilting her head.] "Why do you have to feed her first before she feeds you?"

[old-faith-infidels]

"The gods can only use their powers when they amass enough Devotion from their followers to do so." *Geb explained, recalling what she was taught from her time in the convent.*

"For instance..." *She tries to think of an example.* "Say there's a big weed infestation that's stopping crops grow properly." *She gestured as if trying to explain the air in front of her was a plot of land.* "Lady Heket may use her powers to starve the soil of nutrients to kill the weeds, but it also ends up destroying more crops as a side effect. So she'd have to use her powers again when the weeds are gone to rejuvenate the land to allow crops to grow again."

"Using those powers to manipulate the very soil takes a lot of Heket's power, and she needs to regain that power through the belief of her followers so she doesn't overdo it. It's uh... It's likely similar to how the powers of your mother, Lady Imora, works. She needs the devotion of those who sleep to watch and change everyone's dreams." *Geb hoped that pointing out a parallel to Imora would help Mackenzie be more understanding.*

( 🐖☠️🍽️ )

*All the while as Mackenzie explains this, the pig's body was cut up by the other followers at Geb's table and eaten piece by piece, including the pig's own vital organs; body parts that even with ranch animals, were typically discarded as offal.*

*the butchering of the pig's organs were what did them in... At least, for the time being, if Geb's description of this dream was indeed accurate.*

"Missing a course isn't like you, Geb!" *One of the other followers, a cow, called her out for missing eating the pig from being too pre-occupied with her conversation with Mackenzie.*

"I think I know who should go get the next course;" *a second follower at the same table, a chicken, pointed out, gesturing towards the frog.*

*Getting an idea as to show how important this afterlife all means to her, Geb brings Mackenzie towards the table whether she wants to or not.* "Hang on, Mackenzie! I'll go help get the next big serving ready. Just sit tight at my table, okay? I even saved you a spot!"

*Geb then picked up the remains of the stripped-down skeleton of the now-dead pig and... Left, for the time being, allowing Mackenzie to watch more of the normalized horrors of this life be presented to her on full display; the grim scenes belying how good all the food smelt.*

[the-sleepydragon]

[Mackenzie didn't even try to hide how grossed out she was as she watched the scene. She placed a hand over her mouth and gagged.]

"But.. you could just.. weed the plants yourself.." [Mackenzie said weakly.] "You don't need your goddess to do it for you.."

[old-faith-infidels]

*Geb didn't register what Mackenzie said due to the weakness of the young dragon's voice and the fact she had already left the main dining area.*

*The other followers at the table ate and discussed amongst themselves, completely ignoring Mackenzie as they did not know her.*

*As Imora continued to observe the dream from afar, she could see that Geb had entered into a vast communal kitchen of similar size to the dining area the frog just left.*

*The skeletal remains of the pig Geb just carried out were taken to one of several oversized mushrooms, at which point a cultist sliced it open and stuffed the bones inside.*

*Geb herself meanwhile approached one of the other cultists working at one of the kitchen countertops and said something to them; though it was inaudible over the other ruckus of the vast kitchen.*

*The next thing she saw was Geb being prepared and cooked up in an uncomfortably familiar way; all too similar to the first dream of Geb's Imora intervened in. All around her, several other followers of various species were all receiving comparable treatment.*

*One by one, as the followers were cooked, (alongside other, more conventional dishes), followers previously cooked up and served emerged from the mushrooms their bones had been put into, alive and unharmed, and were directed to cloches that contained the now freshly-cooked followers who had brought them out back.*

*It was soon the turn of the pig at Geb's table, and they too, were directed to a cloche. Everyone now waited to be let back into the dining area*

[the-sleepydragon]

[Imora had a terrible gut feeling on what was gonna happen next, and her gaze moved from Geb, back to Mackenzie.]

[Her sweet little Mackenzie.]

"Mackenzie!" [Imora whisper-shouted urgently.] "Mackenzie! Come here!"

[Mackenzie was looking down at her feet as she sat at the table. She felt quite alone, not knowing anyone around there, and already rattled from seeing cooked followers.]

[Her ears perked up when she heard Imora's voice.]

"Mama..?"

[She looked around. She didn't see Imora...]

[the-sleepydragon]

{ @old-faith-infidels }

*It appears that Geb was dreaming well again. However, though the dream was pleasant to Geb's mind, this dream was not set within the settlement Imora pieced together to stop Geb's previous nightmare...*

[While making her rounds, Imora checks on Geb's dreamscape out of curiosity. She's surprised to find that Geb isn't dreaming about the settlement she'd made to help them.]

[Imora peers closer into Geb's dream bubble...]

[the-wayward-flock]

*This time it appeared to be set within the so-called "Eternal Banquet" - the afterlife promised to followers of The Old Faith whose Patron Bishop was Lady Heket. It was a somewhat common dream of the Yellow Crown's believers.*

*Countless rows of tables, spread out as far as the eye could see in a vast field; larger than even the busiest crop plantation known in the Lands. Each tabletop was laid in a spread of the most delectable, tantalising, best-prepared meals that anyone could even imagine. It'd be enough to make the most devout break an oath-sworn fast.*

(🔪🥩)

*Though as expected with Old Faith beliefs, nothing is ever wholly innocent. Amongst the vast quantities of food, every table had at least one, and most had multiple, centrepiece dishes. They were followers; fully-cooked yet somehow still alive. These cooked followers were then carved up by those of similar species; presumably the family of the 'meal' at the table. The process seemed painless yet it did little to offset the disturbing display.*

*Once a follower had been picked to the bone, another follower took the dish the 'scraps' were on and carried it away. Once the next course was ready, the former 'meal' follower would return; uncooked, whole and alive with a dish under a cloche alongside the servers presenting the more 'regular' food.*

*After all the food had been set down for the next serving, the cloches lifted to reveal that whoever left to take the dish of scraps had been prepared as the main dish in place of the previous follower for this 'course.' And so the cycle goes on again*

*Geb was sat at a table with a group of five the same animal followers that Imora picked out from her memories last time, with another follower, a pig, being served at Geb's table.*

*There was, though, a sixth empty chair at Geb's table. Based on how much Mackenzie had impacted her life, Imora could probably guess who that empty chair was meant for*

[the-sleepydragon]

[The banquet seemed to be going well! The others were enjoying themselves, there was chatter and laughter as people ate...]

[Imora watched. Not as disturbed as last time but still quite unsettled.]

[And then..]

"Geb..?"

[Mackenzie was standing off to the side of Geb's table, looking quite unsettled as she looked at the food.]

[old-faith-infidels]

*Geb turned around as she heard Mackenzie's voice, and her expression lit up with joy; oblivious to the young dragon's disturbed expression.*

"Mackenzie, you made it!" *She happily greeted her, stepping away from her table for a moment* "Welcome to the Eternal Banquet! This is the paradise My Lady Heket promised for those who follow her! No-one here has to worry about going hungry ever again!"

*Geb reaches out to bring Mackenzie to the table.* "Come on! You'll love the food!"

*Despite how disturbing the scene may be to outsiders of the Old Faith, Mackenzie couldn't deny that at least all the food smelt very good. Plus there seemed to be food options that looked a little more 'normal', per se, so those were probably safe... Right?*

[the-sleepydragon]

[Mackenzie paid no attention to the 'safe' options.]

"Are those.. people?" [She asks, pointing to the already prepared followers with concern.]

[old-faith-infidels]

( 🔪🐖)

*Geb nodded, still oblivious to Mackenzie's concerns.* "Yep!" *She answered chipperly, as though this was something Mackenzie should've expected about her.* "With life in Anura, food can get quite scarce. In times of need, we feed ourselves to our brethren so that we can continue on, or even offer ourselves as a meal to our Lady Heket so she may bring about a good harvest."

*As Geb explains life in Anura, remarkably unfazed by the grim details, Mackenzie can see the other followers at Geb's table carving up the pig. There was still life in the pig, even though they appeared fully-cooked, and their expression was that of... Enjoyment? Thankfulness? Whatever it was, it certainly didn't seem to be that of pain.*

"Here in the Eternal Banquet, while we never have to worry about food again, we still let ourselves be cooked and eaten because allowing others to eat you is a sign of love and care for us who live in Anura!" *Geb added, unaware how truly messed-up she sounds.* "And because this is our Lady Heket's afterlife, we come right back even after being picked to the bone, so you can always share another bite with the people you care about!"

[the-sleepydragon]

"But if Lady Heket can bring a 'bountiful harvest' - then why doesn't she just grow new food in Anura?" [Mackenzie asked, tilting her head.] "Why do you have to feed her first before she feeds you?"

[old-faith-infidels]

"The gods can only use their powers when they amass enough Devotion from their followers to do so." *Geb explained, recalling what she was taught from her time in the convent.*

"For instance..." *She tries to think of an example.* "Say there's a big weed infestation that's stopping crops grow properly." *She gestured as if trying to explain the air in front of her was a plot of land.* "Lady Heket may use her powers to starve the soil of nutrients to kill the weeds, but it also ends up destroying more crops as a side effect. So she'd have to use her powers again when the weeds are gone to rejuvenate the land to allow crops to grow again."

"Using those powers to manipulate the very soil takes a lot of Heket's power, and she needs to regain that power through the belief of her followers so she doesn't overdo it. It's uh... It's likely similar to how the powers of your mother, Lady Imora, works. She needs the devotion of those who sleep to watch and change everyone's dreams." *Geb hoped that pointing out a parallel to Imora would help Mackenzie be more understanding.*

( 🐖☠️🍽️ )

*All the while as Mackenzie explains this, the pig's body was cut up by the other followers at Geb's table and eaten piece by piece, including the pig's own vital organs; body parts that even with ranch animals, were typically discarded as offal.*

*the butchering of the pig's organs were what did them in... At least, for the time being, if Geb's description of this dream was indeed accurate.*

"Missing a course isn't like you, Geb!" *One of the other followers, a cow, called her out for missing eating the pig from being too pre-occupied with her conversation with Mackenzie.*

"I think I know who should go get the next course;" *a second follower at the same table, a chicken, pointed out, gesturing towards the frog.*

*Getting an idea as to show how important this afterlife all means to her, Geb brings Mackenzie towards the table whether she wants to or not.* "Hang on, Mackenzie! I'll go help get the next big serving ready. Just sit tight at my table, okay? I even saved you a spot!"

*Geb then picked up the remains of the stripped-down skeleton of the now-dead pig and... Left, for the time being, allowing Mackenzie to watch more of the normalized horrors of this life be presented to her on full display; the grim scenes belying how good all the food smelt.*

[the-sleepydragon]

[Mackenzie didn't even try to hide how grossed out she was as she watched the scene. She placed a hand over her mouth and gagged.]

"But.. you could just.. weed the plants yourself.." [Mackenzie said weakly.] "You don't need your goddess to do it for you.."

[the-sleepydragon]

•. the whale chitter seems to fill the air, despite being far from the sea. .• “..Ah, finally. . . you must be Imora? - Apologies , that must be a light title for such a god. I am Tsrimoeyri. I met whom I believe is your partner.. ah, Yngya? I was just wishing to say hello.” •.At the jarring lack of water, you’d think that a whale goddess would struggle socializing, think not. .• <@tsrimoeyri>

[Imora was sitting on the edge of a creek with her feet in the water. She didn't look up. She didn't need to, as she could sense the other god's presence when they approached.]

[She smiles.]

"You must be Tsrimoeyri. It's an honour to for someone who's been around for as long as you have ti grace my dreamscape.."

[tsrimoeyri]

"Ah, no need for formality. I truly am on equal grounds here.”

•.Tsrimoeyri would chuckle. Observing the dreamscape around her.• “This realm, is that the term?… Either way, it is very impressive. How does it work, dreamwalker?..”

[the-sleepydragon]

[Imora appears from.behind a tree in the direction Tsrimoeyri was looking. She chuckles, a d walks forward until she disappears behind another tree.]

"The dreamscape isn't just Somnia." [She says.] "Somnia is merely the trunk, the rest of the tree is made from thousands of other dreamscapes; all branching out, growing bigger.. and bigger..."

[tsrimoeyri]

•.Her eyes seemed to widen, not in fear, rather intrigue at the physics of this scape.• “How curious.. it seems as thorough as the oceans i am from, with the gentleness of the land. You rule it well.”

[the-sleepydragon]

"Thank you!"

[Imora is now sitting by the creek again. Though now she's kneeling, and in front of her is a small blanket and a tea set.]

"Do you like tea?" [She asks curiously.] "I offer it to all of my guests, though if tea is not your preference.."

[tsrimoeyri]

"I may not drink it often, but I am willing to try it." •.Tsrimoeyri, feeling a bit awkward with her height, leaned down to rest her arms on the ground, taking up the least amount of space as possible.•

[the-sleepydragon]

[The foliage around Tsrimoeyri seems to part to make more comfortable room for her..]

[Imora looks up at Tsrimoeyri, hums, then an idea hits her.]

[Picking up a teacup, Imora claps. Squishing it in her hands, and when she pulls them back the teacup seems to grow, and grow.. ]

[Until it's big enough ti be comfortable for Tsrimoeyri.]

[Imora winks.]

"One benefit of the dreamscape... you can accommodate the needs of anyone that visits."

[tsrimoeyri]

•. Tsrimoeyri gives a genuine smile. It isn’t a daily occurrence that accommodations can be made.• “Thank you, this is very kind.” •.Tsrimoeyri would subconsciously inspect the teacup, not for imperfections, rather just to see detailings.• ”I had a question about the dreamscape, actually. As it is winding, does it branch for every person..? Or do you select it?”

[the-sleepydragon]

"It branches for everyone." [Imora says.] "Every leaf, every bloom.. each one is a person that sleeps."

[Imora waves her hand, and like magic there's tea within Tsrimoeyri's teacup. Imora picks up her cup and takes a sip.]

"I must compliment your seas. They've inspired many-a beautiful dream within the mortals."

[tsrimoeyri]

"Thank you, I quite enjoy the waters I stay in. It is lovely to see people also admiring the seas.” •.Tsrimoeyri sips her tea, smiling courteously.•

[the-sleepydragon]

"The sea was quite important to me as a child." [Imora replies, chuckling.] "It was a source of food and fun for my village, so I hold it in high regard."

[the-sleepydragon]

{ @old-faith-infidels }

*It appears that Geb was dreaming well again. However, though the dream was pleasant to Geb's mind, this dream was not set within the settlement Imora pieced together to stop Geb's previous nightmare...*

[While making her rounds, Imora checks on Geb's dreamscape out of curiosity. She's surprised to find that Geb isn't dreaming about the settlement she'd made to help them.]

[Imora peers closer into Geb's dream bubble...]

[the-wayward-flock]

*This time it appeared to be set within the so-called "Eternal Banquet" - the afterlife promised to followers of The Old Faith whose Patron Bishop was Lady Heket. It was a somewhat common dream of the Yellow Crown's believers.*

*Countless rows of tables, spread out as far as the eye could see in a vast field; larger than even the busiest crop plantation known in the Lands. Each tabletop was laid in a spread of the most delectable, tantalising, best-prepared meals that anyone could even imagine. It'd be enough to make the most devout break an oath-sworn fast.*

(🔪🥩)

*Though as expected with Old Faith beliefs, nothing is ever wholly innocent. Amongst the vast quantities of food, every table had at least one, and most had multiple, centrepiece dishes. They were followers; fully-cooked yet somehow still alive. These cooked followers were then carved up by those of similar species; presumably the family of the 'meal' at the table. The process seemed painless yet it did little to offset the disturbing display.*

*Once a follower had been picked to the bone, another follower took the dish the 'scraps' were on and carried it away. Once the next course was ready, the former 'meal' follower would return; uncooked, whole and alive with a dish under a cloche alongside the servers presenting the more 'regular' food.*

*After all the food had been set down for the next serving, the cloches lifted to reveal that whoever left to take the dish of scraps had been prepared as the main dish in place of the previous follower for this 'course.' And so the cycle goes on again*

*Geb was sat at a table with a group of five the same animal followers that Imora picked out from her memories last time, with another follower, a pig, being served at Geb's table.*

*There was, though, a sixth empty chair at Geb's table. Based on how much Mackenzie had impacted her life, Imora could probably guess who that empty chair was meant for*

[the-sleepydragon]

[The banquet seemed to be going well! The others were enjoying themselves, there was chatter and laughter as people ate...]

[Imora watched. Not as disturbed as last time but still quite unsettled.]

[And then..]

"Geb..?"

[Mackenzie was standing off to the side of Geb's table, looking quite unsettled as she looked at the food.]

[old-faith-infidels]

*Geb turned around as she heard Mackenzie's voice, and her expression lit up with joy; oblivious to the young dragon's disturbed expression.*

"Mackenzie, you made it!" *She happily greeted her, stepping away from her table for a moment* "Welcome to the Eternal Banquet! This is the paradise My Lady Heket promised for those who follow her! No-one here has to worry about going hungry ever again!"

*Geb reaches out to bring Mackenzie to the table.* "Come on! You'll love the food!"

*Despite how disturbing the scene may be to outsiders of the Old Faith, Mackenzie couldn't deny that at least all the food smelt very good. Plus there seemed to be food options that looked a little more 'normal', per se, so those were probably safe... Right?*

[the-sleepydragon]

[Mackenzie paid no attention to the 'safe' options.]

"Are those.. people?" [She asks, pointing to the already prepared followers with concern.]

[old-faith-infidels]

( 🔪🐖)

*Geb nodded, still oblivious to Mackenzie's concerns.* "Yep!" *She answered chipperly, as though this was something Mackenzie should've expected about her.* "With life in Anura, food can get quite scarce. In times of need, we feed ourselves to our brethren so that we can continue on, or even offer ourselves as a meal to our Lady Heket so she may bring about a good harvest."

*As Geb explains life in Anura, remarkably unfazed by the grim details, Mackenzie can see the other followers at Geb's table carving up the pig. There was still life in the pig, even though they appeared fully-cooked, and their expression was that of... Enjoyment? Thankfulness? Whatever it was, it certainly didn't seem to be that of pain.*

"Here in the Eternal Banquet, while we never have to worry about food again, we still let ourselves be cooked and eaten because allowing others to eat you is a sign of love and care for us who live in Anura!" *Geb added, unaware how truly messed-up she sounds.* "And because this is our Lady Heket's afterlife, we come right back even after being picked to the bone, so you can always share another bite with the people you care about!"

[the-sleepydragon]

"But if Lady Heket can bring a 'bountiful harvest' - then why doesn't she just grow new food in Anura?" [Mackenzie asked, tilting her head.] "Why do you have to feed her first before she feeds you?"

[the-sleepydragon]

{ @old-faith-infidels }

*It appears that Geb was dreaming well again. However, though the dream was pleasant to Geb's mind, this dream was not set within the settlement Imora pieced together to stop Geb's previous nightmare...*

[While making her rounds, Imora checks on Geb's dreamscape out of curiosity. She's surprised to find that Geb isn't dreaming about the settlement she'd made to help them.]

[Imora peers closer into Geb's dream bubble...]

[the-wayward-flock]

*This time it appeared to be set within the so-called "Eternal Banquet" - the afterlife promised to followers of The Old Faith whose Patron Bishop was Lady Heket. It was a somewhat common dream of the Yellow Crown's believers.*

*Countless rows of tables, spread out as far as the eye could see in a vast field; larger than even the busiest crop plantation known in the Lands. Each tabletop was laid in a spread of the most delectable, tantalising, best-prepared meals that anyone could even imagine. It'd be enough to make the most devout break an oath-sworn fast.*

(🔪🥩)

*Though as expected with Old Faith beliefs, nothing is ever wholly innocent. Amongst the vast quantities of food, every table had at least one, and most had multiple, centrepiece dishes. They were followers; fully-cooked yet somehow still alive. These cooked followers were then carved up by those of similar species; presumably the family of the 'meal' at the table. The process seemed painless yet it did little to offset the disturbing display.*

*Once a follower had been picked to the bone, another follower took the dish the 'scraps' were on and carried it away. Once the next course was ready, the former 'meal' follower would return; uncooked, whole and alive with a dish under a cloche alongside the servers presenting the more 'regular' food.*

*After all the food had been set down for the next serving, the cloches lifted to reveal that whoever left to take the dish of scraps had been prepared as the main dish in place of the previous follower for this 'course.' And so the cycle goes on again*

*Geb was sat at a table with a group of five the same animal followers that Imora picked out from her memories last time, with another follower, a pig, being served at Geb's table.*

*There was, though, a sixth empty chair at Geb's table. Based on how much Mackenzie had impacted her life, Imora could probably guess who that empty chair was meant for*

[the-sleepydragon]

[The banquet seemed to be going well! The others were enjoying themselves, there was chatter and laughter as people ate...]

[Imora watched. Not as disturbed as last time but still quite unsettled.]

[And then..]

"Geb..?"

[Mackenzie was standing off to the side of Geb's table, looking quite unsettled as she looked at the food.]

[old-faith-infidels]

*Geb turned around as she heard Mackenzie's voice, and her expression lit up with joy; oblivious to the young dragon's disturbed expression.*

"Mackenzie, you made it!" *She happily greeted her, stepping away from her table for a moment* "Welcome to the Eternal Banquet! This is the paradise My Lady Heket promised for those who follow her! No-one here has to worry about going hungry ever again!"

*Geb reaches out to bring Mackenzie to the table.* "Come on! You'll love the food!"

*Despite how disturbing the scene may be to outsiders of the Old Faith, Mackenzie couldn't deny that at least all the food smelt very good. Plus there seemed to be food options that looked a little more 'normal', per se, so those were probably safe... Right?*

[the-sleepydragon]

[Mackenzie paid no attention to the 'safe' options.]

"Are those.. people?" [She asks, pointing to the already prepared followers with concern.]

[the-sleepydragon]

The spy dreams of a quaint little village, she is a young little mouse, and she's laughing and screaming and shouting with her peers. Simple, happy. Probably the last happy day she had, as her birthday would be the next day, and she would come of age to join the church. Now though, she hadn't a care in the world, and it was peaceful.

[Imora is watching the scene from afar and she smiles.]

[It was a heartwarming scene; to witness the whimsy of childhood. How simple things are..]

[the-sleepydragon]

It changes once more. Everyone they know is dead. Their followers, their god, the heretics, the bishop.

All

By

Their

Hand.

They would not stop, could not stop. Death always wants worshipped.

The red eye said it must

[Imora was back into her mortal form, and as she watched them she had a sullen look om.her face.]

"Do you regret it?" [She asked them.] "What you did?"

[the-sleepydragon]

{ @old-faith-infidels }

*It appears that Geb was dreaming well again. However, though the dream was pleasant to Geb's mind, this dream was not set within the settlement Imora pieced together to stop Geb's previous nightmare...*

[While making her rounds, Imora checks on Geb's dreamscape out of curiosity. She's surprised to find that Geb isn't dreaming about the settlement she'd made to help them.]

[Imora peers closer into Geb's dream bubble...]

[the-wayward-flock]

*This time it appeared to be set within the so-called "Eternal Banquet" - the afterlife promised to followers of The Old Faith whose Patron Bishop was Lady Heket. It was a somewhat common dream of the Yellow Crown's believers.*

*Countless rows of tables, spread out as far as the eye could see in a vast field; larger than even the busiest crop plantation known in the Lands. Each tabletop was laid in a spread of the most delectable, tantalising, best-prepared meals that anyone could even imagine. It'd be enough to make the most devout break an oath-sworn fast.*

(🔪🥩)

*Though as expected with Old Faith beliefs, nothing is ever wholly innocent. Amongst the vast quantities of food, every table had at least one, and most had multiple, centrepiece dishes. They were followers; fully-cooked yet somehow still alive. These cooked followers were then carved up by those of similar species; presumably the family of the 'meal' at the table. The process seemed painless yet it did little to offset the disturbing display.*

*Once a follower had been picked to the bone, another follower took the dish the 'scraps' were on and carried it away. Once the next course was ready, the former 'meal' follower would return; uncooked, whole and alive with a dish under a cloche alongside the servers presenting the more 'regular' food.*

*After all the food had been set down for the next serving, the cloches lifted to reveal that whoever left to take the dish of scraps had been prepared as the main dish in place of the previous follower for this 'course.' And so the cycle goes on again*

*Geb was sat at a table with a group of five the same animal followers that Imora picked out from her memories last time, with another follower, a pig, being served at Geb's table.*

*There was, though, a sixth empty chair at Geb's table. Based on how much Mackenzie had impacted her life, Imora could probably guess who that empty chair was meant for*

[the-sleepydragon]

[The banquet seemed to be going well! The others were enjoying themselves, there was chatter and laughter as people ate...]

[Imora watched. Not as disturbed as last time but still quite unsettled.]

[And then..]

"Geb..?"

[Mackenzie was standing off to the side of Geb's table, looking quite unsettled as she looked at the food.]

[the-sleepydragon]

Dear Lady Imora

Can Makenzie come to play? Mother Yngya and mama said you like letters. It's okay if we play while we're dreaming!

Aza and Keru

[Mackenzie read the note before she gave it to Imora. She was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement.]

"Can I mama? Pleeeeease?" [She asked. She even went as far as to clasp her hands together and make puppy dog eyes.]

[Imora pretended to think for a moment before she chuckled and ruffled Mackenzue's man.]

"Of course love."

[Mackenzie cheered.]

[Imora smiles. And when the moment Aza and Keru are asleep, Imora opens portals to their dreamscapes.]

"Though.. it may be easuer to bring them here instead of having to travel between dreams.."

[Mackenzie took the hint, and after thanking her mother again she went through one portal to find Aza and Keru.]

( @cold-mother-yngya )

[cold-mother-yngya]

(Keru) L-Lady Imora? We're sorry we hurt you! It was just a prank! We promise!

(Aza) I don't wanna be lost forever... *She sniffled*

Mama is going to miss us...

[the-sleepydragon]

[There's no response until the two feel hands rest on their shoulders.]

"Aza? Keru?"

[cold-mother-yngya]

*Both girls scream, and whirl around, Aza hiding behind Keru.*

(Keru) L-Lady Imora...w-we're sorry. We didn't know the dye would hurt you...

*She said with teary eyes*

[the-sleepydragon]

[Oddly enough, this Imora has no trace of hair dye in her mane. She just looks normal.. and a little bit worried.]

[She holds her hands out.]

"Come children. Let's get you our of here.."

[cold-mother-yngya]

*Aza hiccups as the girls take Imora's hands.*

(Aza) We're sorry, Lady Imora, please don't be angry....

[the-sleepydragon]

[Imora starts guiding the two lambs through the caverns, occasionally stopping to let the caverns change and move.]

"I'm not angry." [She said gently.] "I am disappointed in Mackenzie, however, for letting you get lost down here.."

[cold-mother-yngya]

(Karu) .... It's not her fault, Lady Imora. We're the ones who ran off...

*She said dejectedly*

(Aza) Yeah, she warned us that people get lost all the time...

[the-sleepydragon]

".. And she told you to stay close?"

[cold-mother-yngya]

(Aza) *She nodded*

(Keru) She told us not to wander off.... I didn't follow the rules...

[the-sleepydragon]

[Imora hums.]

"It seems that this wasn't Mackenzie's fault after all. Just.. a lapse in judgement, perhaps?"

[She turns her head and winks at the children.]

[cold-mother-yngya]

(Keru) *She nodded, and stayed quiet for a bit.*

(Aza) Are we gonna be punished? *She asked, giving the Lamb equivalent of puppy eyes.*

[the-sleepydragon]

[Imora chuckles and shakes her head.]

"Oh, no, no, no!" [She giggles.] "Your prank backfiring on you is punishment enough Aza."

[cold-mother-yngya]

(Aza) Oh...

(Keru) Where are we going Lady Imora?

[the-sleepydragon]

"We're going to find Mackenzie." [Imora explains.] "And then we're gonna think of something else to do."

[cold-mother-yngya]

(Aza) Ohh, like what?

*She seeps cheered up now that she knows that she's not going to be more punished.*

[the-sleepydragon]

[Imora hums and makes a scene out of scratvhing her chin.]

"How about.. helping me feed the dream entities? I'll let you ride one if you do a really good job~"

[the-sleepydragon]

( @sheep-of-horn-avenue )

*Crocell and Reverie was on their way to the temple after taking a hour long break. Crocell had a bracelet on their wrist that prevented him from entering certain areas of the temple.*

Reverie: Okay, so, Reverie: I talked to Lady Imora, she say's its okay for you to enter the libary to get a better understanding of how to build better defenses for lucid hollow

*Crocell simply nodded with a flat hum.*

[There were quite a few people in the temple today. Some were helping out with cleaning, while others were here to pray and worship. A feq were leaving offerings and deep in solent prayer in the shrine room.]

[The archives, however, were quiet, as one or two people were inside reading.]

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

*Reverie and Crocell grabbed a near collection of books to go off on, sitting at a table at the corner of the archives. The silence that settled between them oddly pleasant, as if they grown comfortable in each other's presence.*

*Reverie looked up for a brief moment, giving the wolf a soft smile.*

Crocell: ... Crocell: Don't do that.

Reverie: Do what?

Crocell: ...N-nothing...*they stammered.*

[the-sleepydragon]

[As the two of them are reading, a tail pokes up from under the table. A tail with a small silver tuft. It wiggles playfully for a second before a pair of eyes look up at Reverie and Crocell from under the table.]

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

*Crocell flinched as the pair of eyes looked up at then, ears flattened at the sight of a mini Imora*

Crocell: GAH- who are you!?

Reverie: *Gasps* You must be Mackenzie! It's nice to meet you.

[the-sleepydragon]

[It was indeed Mackenzie!]

[The little dragon giggles playfully.]

"Mama's busy, so I came here to play!"

[She climbs up until she's sitting between the two of them. She looks at Reverie and Crocell, then down at their books.]

"Watch'a reading?"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Crocell: We are looking for solutions to help build up Lucid Hollow defenses

Crocell: Especially since your mother and her disciples have grown wary about the last attack...

[the-sleepydragon]

"Oh."

[Mackenzie looks down at the book again.]

"Is there a bad guy coming?"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Reverie: I mean....a group of bad guys already came....

Crocell: Hm.

Crocell: Not my fault Somnia was easy to penetrate..

Reverie: Yes, and now you serve Somnia as penace for your crimes.

[the-sleepydragon]

[Mackenzie tilts her head.]

"Well.. mama can do a lot of cool things!" [She says.] "Maybe mama can help you too!"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Crocell and Reverie: Mmmmmmmm.

Reverie: While that is *very* true, Reverie: Dream Mother and Crocell have a bit of a rocky relationship right now....

[the-sleepydragon]

"Oh! Don't worry! Mama doesn't bite!"

[Mackenzie smiles and twitches her tail.]

"She's really nice! I'm sure she'd be happy to help if you just asked!"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Crocell: I'm...sure she is....*they said, trying to hide the slight discomfort.* Crocell: But I'd rather keep the space between us for now, uh-

Reverie: Nevermind that! Reverie: You seem itching to play a game Mackenzie!

[the-sleepydragon]

[Mackenzie's eyes light up at the mention of a game.]

"I love games!"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

*Reverie giggles.*

Reverie: What game would you like to play?

[the-sleepydragon]

"Mmmmmm.."

[Mackenzie thought hard about it.]

"Can we have a tea party?"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Crocell: Hm… Crocell: Not a bad idea…

Reverie: It’s settled then! Reverie: A wonderful game of tea party!

[the-sleepydragon]

"I know where they keep the fine dishes! Hold on a second.."

[Mackenzie gives a mischevious giggle as she slides off the seat she was sitting in and runs out of the archives.]

[There's silence for a moment, then a yell of surprise, the crash of pottery, and small pitter-pattwring footsteps before Mackenzie comes back carrying a tray with colourful pottery.]

[Her tail is swishing playfully.]

"I found it!"

[cold-mother-yngya]

[Imora makes an appearance in Woolhaven looking for Yngya. When she does finally see her, she smiles, walks up behind her, and wraps her arns around her waist.]

"Hello my love~" [She coos before Yngya can feel too startled.]

@the-sleepydragon

Oh! Hello my love!

*She leans back into Imora and kisses her cheek.*

I've missed you terribly, how lovely it is to see you here!

[cold-mother-yngya]

(💋 ✨)

*Yngya lets her hands continue to wander as she moves to kiss down Imora's jaw and down her neck, pushing her onto the bed as she begins kissing and licking at her breast.*

I missed you so much~

[the-sleepydragon]

(💋😩🖐🍑)

[Imora gasps as she's pushed down on to the bed, and barely has time to reacr before Yngya starts marking her up. Her hands move to grab Yngya's hips and she looks down]

"Haah~ I can tell! So eager!"

[Her wandering hands move down to cup Yngya's ass and give a playful squeeze.]

[the-sleepydragon]

•. the whale chitter seems to fill the air, despite being far from the sea. .• “..Ah, finally. . . you must be Imora? - Apologies , that must be a light title for such a god. I am Tsrimoeyri. I met whom I believe is your partner.. ah, Yngya? I was just wishing to say hello.” •.At the jarring lack of water, you’d think that a whale goddess would struggle socializing, think not. .• <@tsrimoeyri>

[Imora was sitting on the edge of a creek with her feet in the water. She didn't look up. She didn't need to, as she could sense the other god's presence when they approached.]

[She smiles.]

"You must be Tsrimoeyri. It's an honour to for someone who's been around for as long as you have ti grace my dreamscape.."

[tsrimoeyri]

"Ah, no need for formality. I truly am on equal grounds here.”

•.Tsrimoeyri would chuckle. Observing the dreamscape around her.• “This realm, is that the term?… Either way, it is very impressive. How does it work, dreamwalker?..”

[the-sleepydragon]

[Imora appears from.behind a tree in the direction Tsrimoeyri was looking. She chuckles, a d walks forward until she disappears behind another tree.]

"The dreamscape isn't just Somnia." [She says.] "Somnia is merely the trunk, the rest of the tree is made from thousands of other dreamscapes; all branching out, growing bigger.. and bigger..."

[tsrimoeyri]

•.Her eyes seemed to widen, not in fear, rather intrigue at the physics of this scape.• “How curious.. it seems as thorough as the oceans i am from, with the gentleness of the land. You rule it well.”

[the-sleepydragon]

"Thank you!"

[Imora is now sitting by the creek again. Though now she's kneeling, and in front of her is a small blanket and a tea set.]

"Do you like tea?" [She asks curiously.] "I offer it to all of my guests, though if tea is not your preference.."

[tsrimoeyri]

"I may not drink it often, but I am willing to try it." •.Tsrimoeyri, feeling a bit awkward with her height, leaned down to rest her arms on the ground, taking up the least amount of space as possible.•

[the-sleepydragon]

[The foliage around Tsrimoeyri seems to part to make more comfortable room for her..]

[Imora looks up at Tsrimoeyri, hums, then an idea hits her.]

[Picking up a teacup, Imora claps. Squishing it in her hands, and when she pulls them back the teacup seems to grow, and grow.. ]

[Until it's big enough ti be comfortable for Tsrimoeyri.]

[Imora winks.]

"One benefit of the dreamscape... you can accommodate the needs of anyone that visits."

[tsrimoeyri]

•. Tsrimoeyri gives a genuine smile. It isn’t a daily occurrence that accommodations can be made.• “Thank you, this is very kind.” •.Tsrimoeyri would subconsciously inspect the teacup, not for imperfections, rather just to see detailings.• ”I had a question about the dreamscape, actually. As it is winding, does it branch for every person..? Or do you select it?”

[the-sleepydragon]

"It branches for everyone." [Imora says.] "Every leaf, every bloom.. each one is a person that sleeps."

[Imora waves her hand, and like magic there's tea within Tsrimoeyri's teacup. Imora picks up her cup and takes a sip.]

"I must compliment your seas. They've inspired many-a beautiful dream within the mortals."

[the-sleepydragon]

( @sheep-of-horn-avenue )

*Crocell and Reverie was on their way to the temple after taking a hour long break. Crocell had a bracelet on their wrist that prevented him from entering certain areas of the temple.*

Reverie: Okay, so, Reverie: I talked to Lady Imora, she say's its okay for you to enter the libary to get a better understanding of how to build better defenses for lucid hollow

*Crocell simply nodded with a flat hum.*

[There were quite a few people in the temple today. Some were helping out with cleaning, while others were here to pray and worship. A feq were leaving offerings and deep in solent prayer in the shrine room.]

[The archives, however, were quiet, as one or two people were inside reading.]

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

*Reverie and Crocell grabbed a near collection of books to go off on, sitting at a table at the corner of the archives. The silence that settled between them oddly pleasant, as if they grown comfortable in each other's presence.*

*Reverie looked up for a brief moment, giving the wolf a soft smile.*

Crocell: ... Crocell: Don't do that.

Reverie: Do what?

Crocell: ...N-nothing...*they stammered.*

[the-sleepydragon]

[As the two of them are reading, a tail pokes up from under the table. A tail with a small silver tuft. It wiggles playfully for a second before a pair of eyes look up at Reverie and Crocell from under the table.]

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

*Crocell flinched as the pair of eyes looked up at then, ears flattened at the sight of a mini Imora*

Crocell: GAH- who are you!?

Reverie: *Gasps* You must be Mackenzie! It's nice to meet you.

[the-sleepydragon]

[It was indeed Mackenzie!]

[The little dragon giggles playfully.]

"Mama's busy, so I came here to play!"

[She climbs up until she's sitting between the two of them. She looks at Reverie and Crocell, then down at their books.]

"Watch'a reading?"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Crocell: We are looking for solutions to help build up Lucid Hollow defenses

Crocell: Especially since your mother and her disciples have grown wary about the last attack...

[the-sleepydragon]

"Oh."

[Mackenzie looks down at the book again.]

"Is there a bad guy coming?"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Reverie: I mean....a group of bad guys already came....

Crocell: Hm.

Crocell: Not my fault Somnia was easy to penetrate..

Reverie: Yes, and now you serve Somnia as penace for your crimes.

[the-sleepydragon]

[Mackenzie tilts her head.]

"Well.. mama can do a lot of cool things!" [She says.] "Maybe mama can help you too!"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Crocell and Reverie: Mmmmmmmm.

Reverie: While that is *very* true, Reverie: Dream Mother and Crocell have a bit of a rocky relationship right now....

[the-sleepydragon]

"Oh! Don't worry! Mama doesn't bite!"

[Mackenzie smiles and twitches her tail.]

"She's really nice! I'm sure she'd be happy to help if you just asked!"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

Crocell: I'm...sure she is....*they said, trying to hide the slight discomfort.* Crocell: But I'd rather keep the space between us for now, uh-

Reverie: Nevermind that! Reverie: You seem itching to play a game Mackenzie!

[the-sleepydragon]

[Mackenzie's eyes light up at the mention of a game.]

"I love games!"

[sheep-of-horn-avenue]

*Reverie giggles.*

Reverie: What game would you like to play?

[the-sleepydragon]

"Mmmmmm.."

[Mackenzie thought hard about it.]

"Can we have a tea party?"

[the-sleepydragon]

Dear Lady Imora

Can Makenzie come to play? Mother Yngya and mama said you like letters. It's okay if we play while we're dreaming!

Aza and Keru

[Mackenzie read the note before she gave it to Imora. She was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement.]

"Can I mama? Pleeeeease?" [She asked. She even went as far as to clasp her hands together and make puppy dog eyes.]

[Imora pretended to think for a moment before she chuckled and ruffled Mackenzue's man.]

"Of course love."

[Mackenzie cheered.]

[Imora smiles. And when the moment Aza and Keru are asleep, Imora opens portals to their dreamscapes.]

"Though.. it may be easuer to bring them here instead of having to travel between dreams.."

[Mackenzie took the hint, and after thanking her mother again she went through one portal to find Aza and Keru.]

( @cold-mother-yngya )

[cold-mother-yngya]

(Keru) L-Lady Imora? We're sorry we hurt you! It was just a prank! We promise!

(Aza) I don't wanna be lost forever... *She sniffled*

Mama is going to miss us...

[the-sleepydragon]

[There's no response until the two feel hands rest on their shoulders.]

"Aza? Keru?"

[cold-mother-yngya]

*Both girls scream, and whirl around, Aza hiding behind Keru.*

(Keru) L-Lady Imora...w-we're sorry. We didn't know the dye would hurt you...

*She said with teary eyes*

[the-sleepydragon]

[Oddly enough, this Imora has no trace of hair dye in her mane. She just looks normal.. and a little bit worried.]

[She holds her hands out.]

"Come children. Let's get you our of here.."

[cold-mother-yngya]

*Aza hiccups as the girls take Imora's hands.*

(Aza) We're sorry, Lady Imora, please don't be angry....

[the-sleepydragon]

[Imora starts guiding the two lambs through the caverns, occasionally stopping to let the caverns change and move.]

"I'm not angry." [She said gently.] "I am disappointed in Mackenzie, however, for letting you get lost down here.."

[cold-mother-yngya]

(Karu) .... It's not her fault, Lady Imora. We're the ones who ran off...

*She said dejectedly*

(Aza) Yeah, she warned us that people get lost all the time...

[the-sleepydragon]

".. And she told you to stay close?"

[cold-mother-yngya]

(Aza) *She nodded*

(Keru) She told us not to wander off.... I didn't follow the rules...

[the-sleepydragon]

[Imora hums.]

"It seems that this wasn't Mackenzie's fault after all. Just.. a lapse in judgement, perhaps?"

[She turns her head and winks at the children.]

[cold-mother-yngya]

(Keru) *She nodded, and stayed quiet for a bit.*

(Aza) Are we gonna be punished? *She asked, giving the Lamb equivalent of puppy eyes.*

[the-sleepydragon]

[Imora chuckles and shakes her head.]

"Oh, no, no, no!" [She giggles.] "Your prank backfiring on you is punishment enough Aza."

[cold-mother-yngya]

(Aza) Oh...

(Keru) Where are we going Lady Imora?

[the-sleepydragon]

"We're going to find Mackenzie." [Imora explains.] "And then we're gonna think of something else to do."

[the-sleepydragon]

•. the whale chitter seems to fill the air, despite being far from the sea. .• “..Ah, finally. . . you must be Imora? - Apologies , that must be a light title for such a god. I am Tsrimoeyri. I met whom I believe is your partner.. ah, Yngya? I was just wishing to say hello.” •.At the jarring lack of water, you’d think that a whale goddess would struggle socializing, think not. .• <@tsrimoeyri>

[Imora was sitting on the edge of a creek with her feet in the water. She didn't look up. She didn't need to, as she could sense the other god's presence when they approached.]

[She smiles.]

"You must be Tsrimoeyri. It's an honour to for someone who's been around for as long as you have ti grace my dreamscape.."

[tsrimoeyri]

"Ah, no need for formality. I truly am on equal grounds here.”

•.Tsrimoeyri would chuckle. Observing the dreamscape around her.• “This realm, is that the term?… Either way, it is very impressive. How does it work, dreamwalker?..”

[the-sleepydragon]

[Imora appears from.behind a tree in the direction Tsrimoeyri was looking. She chuckles, a d walks forward until she disappears behind another tree.]

"The dreamscape isn't just Somnia." [She says.] "Somnia is merely the trunk, the rest of the tree is made from thousands of other dreamscapes; all branching out, growing bigger.. and bigger..."

[tsrimoeyri]

•.Her eyes seemed to widen, not in fear, rather intrigue at the physics of this scape.• “How curious.. it seems as thorough as the oceans i am from, with the gentleness of the land. You rule it well.”

[the-sleepydragon]

"Thank you!"

[Imora is now sitting by the creek again. Though now she's kneeling, and in front of her is a small blanket and a tea set.]

"Do you like tea?" [She asks curiously.] "I offer it to all of my guests, though if tea is not your preference.."

[tsrimoeyri]

"I may not drink it often, but I am willing to try it." •.Tsrimoeyri, feeling a bit awkward with her height, leaned down to rest her arms on the ground, taking up the least amount of space as possible.•

[the-sleepydragon]

[The foliage around Tsrimoeyri seems to part to make more comfortable room for her..]

[Imora looks up at Tsrimoeyri, hums, then an idea hits her.]

[Picking up a teacup, Imora claps. Squishing it in her hands, and when she pulls them back the teacup seems to grow, and grow.. ]

[Until it's big enough ti be comfortable for Tsrimoeyri.]

[Imora winks.]

"One benefit of the dreamscape... you can accommodate the needs of anyone that visits."