This is My Island in the Sun [Open to All]

[applesaucemod]

The Rift wouldn't say it's sorry for the fit it threw the other day, because the Rift never needs to apologize. It is (mostly) perfect, and all of its decisions are well reasoned and just. Obviously. But perhaps it has fallen into a bit of a post-tantrum sulk, because this dream is milder than one might expect. In fact, it's downright nice.

The dreamers will find themselves in an archipelago of small islands - most only a few acres in size - connected by narrow strips of sand or pebbles. The surrounding waters are calm. Little waves lap against the shorelines, and no rising tide will cut the islands off from one another. The islands themselves seem to have been lifted from every climate zone on Earth and several from beyond. Some are tropical, some colder and home to hardy conifers, some mossy and boulder-strewn, some covered in multicolored sand and odd, coral-like trees.

Most of the islands boast some kind of manmade or otherwise non-native structure, be it as small as a bench or as large as a pavilion, though there are no houses or shops to be seen. It's more like parkland, just civilized enough for a nice picnic. Some of the islands even have little grills, and a sufficiently motivated dreamer might be able to rustle up some hot dog or burger fixings if they poke around a bit.

And they'll have an extra pair of eyes to help with their searching, because their beloved dæmons have returned… again. Or perhaps they're being introduced for the first time. Regardless, it's the bi-annual dæmon dream party!

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[tinytantrum]

"Name's Clementine," says the coyote, "and I'm with you, no ifs ands or buts. I am you."

"Now you're just talkin' weird," Jed scolds her. "And how come you're a girl if you're me? I ain't no doctor, but I think I woulda noticed something like that."

"I think it's something about that duality of man thing," replies Clementine. "But if you ain't noticed, hombre, we have company."

Jed looks up to find what Clementine's already noticed: the two giants he was stalking earlier have turned to watch the conversation unfolding between him and his new-found coyote. So much for the element of surprise. He stands, brushing off dirt, and hooks his thumbs in his belt. "Can I help you?" he calls.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine's grin widens, and shakes her head slowly. "No, sir. We're all right." Neither of them are new to these kinds of dreams, and more to the point, they're not incredibly tiny. If anyone's in need of some assistance, she'd expect it to be them.

But first things, first. "I'm Daine," she says, "and this is Coromotto."

"And this whole thing is a dream," Coromotto adds helpfully.

[tinytantrum]

"Oh, that's a relief, for a second I thought this might be somethin' weird," replies Jed. "Looks like you got a canine sidekick of your own. Mind tellin' me what that's about?"

Confused, yes. Worried, no. Whatever this world can throw at him, Jed can take it.