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!

Comments

[etherthief]

Iman snaps a look at the chameleon, alarmed and uneasy to be agreeing with it on some level, when everything else it's offered has repulsed her.

"Yeah," she says, a little slower. "I am. And I'm capable of making my own judgments no matter how small or comparatively short-lived I am. And my judgments are important to my life and the lives of those around me. That's who I protect, and you will not endanger any of them."

Decently satisfied that there's nothing else to say, she straightens her posture a bit, lifting her chin imperiously. "That's all there fucking is to it."

[omnomnom_feels]

"Do not take her side," Rashad mutters bitterly, side-eying his own daemon. Janan just blinks slowly at him, offering no further argument. He knows full well the importance of mortal life in the world and to his own original purpose for existence, even if an individual mortal does not strike him as important...or capable of the wisdom that must come from long experience.

To Iman, he growls, "You are impossible to satisfy, and it is not my duty to satisfy you. I have not once touched your Dr. Rush since you threatened me."

[etherthief]

"See that you keep it that way," says Iman coldly. What, is he expecting a pat on the head for that? Fuck this. She's done. She turns away, pushing the long end of her hijab back over her shoulder and stalking off. She doesn't need this agitation, not in an ostensibly nice dream. Plenty of time for that shit later.

Aqil lets out a caw that is somehow dripping with disdain, and flaps off after her.

[omnomnom_feels]

Rashad fumes at the injustice of it -- that she would threaten him for merely taking sustenance, then act as though his noble sacrifice was nothing. At least Janan did not explain the nature of his injury, though the thought of Asadi seeking him out in the waking world when he is weak --

"It was unwise to tell her anything," he mutters to his chameleon when he's sure Iman is well and truly on her way. He turns to tromp off through the underbrush. He will find another island on which to hide himself against the possibility she might come back with her friends.

"It was necessary," says Janan quietly as they depart.