[mingle] what's the dream and what's the reality?

[lovetheme]

Lately the castle's nights have been very clear and almost warm, even up so high among the clouds as they are. But regardless of the weather, they are generally peaceful nights, and few things seem to stir during them...apart from the castle's inhabitants, be it with late-night roving or with sleep. The dreams, by extension, are at least undisturbed...if maybe not always pleasant. That sort of thing tends to vary by the person, of course.

But now--and for several nights, consecutively--the castle residents may find their dreams starting to take on stranger shapes: memories they've never had, friends that don't usually arrive, strangers they've never seen. These odd impressions might cling and continue to confuse even upon waking, vivid as they were; was it really just a dream, or maybe something more...? Does that newcomer in your dream remember you there too, in the daytime?

Either way, there seems to be an strange energy in the air during these nights. And it's bringing dreams together.

((ooc: And here's the catch-all post for the dream-sharing event! Feel free to top-level with your character's dreams here, or thread around in others! The event should only last about a week, but backtagging is eternal c: The ooc planning post can be found here!))

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[dustless]

"Okay!"

Frisk takes off, and they're at a river. The boat barks cheerfully, and Frisk pats it. The riverperson stands at the bow, as usual.

"Tra la la. Where to, children?"

"Waterfall!" Frisk says, jumping on. As soon as Sophie joins them, the boat starts walking.

"And we're off..."

The air is filled with glittering lights. Whispering blue flowers bob and wave along the edges, and the river has odd, nonsensical turns. Frisk doesn't mind; after all, it's pretty fun.

[lostlegacy]

As soon as the boat starts up, Sophie sticks her head over the side. Wait a minute--

"It's got feet!" she crows. She doesn't mind in the slightest that she's getting a faceful of spray, either--it's part of the fun!

[dustless]

"Yeah! It does that sometimes. Not all the time. You're lucky!"

It slows to a stop in front of Gerson's shop. He waves at them cheerfully, a cup of Sea Tea balanced on the back of his other hand.

As soon as they step off, the dog boat is suddenly docked in a way that it can push its wooden head against Sophie's legs.

[lostlegacy]

Sophie giggles and pats the dog. She doesn't remember her manners very often, but right now, it seems important.

"Thanks!"

[dustless]

It barks happily, though it sounds far away. The riverperson nods their head politely.

"C'mon, Sophie!" Frisk is already heading down the tunnel, shaded blue by the glowing gems studding the ceiling.

In contrast to the general damp smell of Waterfall, the scent of smoke is wafting their way.