Quest 330
[It's a beautiful day out, in Rosella's dream. It usually is--with a disposition as sunny as hers, it probably comes as no surprise that her slumbering hours are usually as filled with blue skies and sunshine as her waking ones are. There may be no birds singing (yet, anyway), but a gentle breeze is rustling the green leaves in the trees, and all around are wide open fields and lush countryside.
For those with a particularly good sense of direction, the gray stone walls of the castle rise up out of the earth to the south and the east on the horizon; to the direct east, there's another structure of stone visible: a low wall that fences in row after row of lovingly tilled earth, where the beginnings of a garden are already sprouting up from the soil. To the northeast, there's a cool blue lake; to the north, a set of cliffs with, if one squints, what appears to be a door set into the face.
But as for Rosella herself, well. She's sitting in the tall oak tree just nearby, her legs dangling from the branch and her dress a bright spot of red against the green of the leaves.
(But wait--is it red? That's strange; all of a sudden it's blue and white, and quite formal--not at all what one might expect a girl to wear when climbing trees.)
Come to think of it, that's not the only odd thing that seems to be happening. There's a bird, for example, tending an egg in the nest up in those branches--but sometimes it's not a bird at all, but a cat-sized dragon with black scales and leathery wings, and the egg is suddenly solid gold instead. Sometimes there's the clip-clopping of horse hooves off in the distance, and other times it fades into the grumbling roar of an engine and back. And even Rosella herself seems to be changing a bit--she might look younger or older as the minutes ebb and flow, and sometimes she looks almost like a queen, and others like her legs would barely touch the ground if she were to try to take the throne.
It's been a long time since Rosella's been home--and of course, this isn't really home, and perhaps that's not really Rosella. But it's close enough, for a while.
The only question that remains is, what will you do next?]
> enter command
[OOC: Have a somewhat freeform, choose-your-own-adventure-style dream! For reference, this is the map of Daventry that constitutes the available area of the dream; everyone starts beneath the tree in the second row, sixth column. Where you go from there, and what happens, will vary depending on what you do! Enjoy!]
(COMMENTS)
For those with a particularly good sense of direction, the gray stone walls of the castle rise up out of the earth to the south and the east on the horizon; to the direct east, there's another structure of stone visible: a low wall that fences in row after row of lovingly tilled earth, where the beginnings of a garden are already sprouting up from the soil. To the northeast, there's a cool blue lake; to the north, a set of cliffs with, if one squints, what appears to be a door set into the face.
But as for Rosella herself, well. She's sitting in the tall oak tree just nearby, her legs dangling from the branch and her dress a bright spot of red against the green of the leaves.
(But wait--is it red? That's strange; all of a sudden it's blue and white, and quite formal--not at all what one might expect a girl to wear when climbing trees.)
Come to think of it, that's not the only odd thing that seems to be happening. There's a bird, for example, tending an egg in the nest up in those branches--but sometimes it's not a bird at all, but a cat-sized dragon with black scales and leathery wings, and the egg is suddenly solid gold instead. Sometimes there's the clip-clopping of horse hooves off in the distance, and other times it fades into the grumbling roar of an engine and back. And even Rosella herself seems to be changing a bit--she might look younger or older as the minutes ebb and flow, and sometimes she looks almost like a queen, and others like her legs would barely touch the ground if she were to try to take the throne.
It's been a long time since Rosella's been home--and of course, this isn't really home, and perhaps that's not really Rosella. But it's close enough, for a while.
The only question that remains is, what will you do next?]
> enter command
[OOC: Have a somewhat freeform, choose-your-own-adventure-style dream! For reference, this is the map of Daventry that constitutes the available area of the dream; everyone starts beneath the tree in the second row, sixth column. Where you go from there, and what happens, will vary depending on what you do! Enjoy!]
