[open to all] Room full of people in your head

[applesaucemod]

The rift has gotten bored, and has decided it's time to bring people together for another dream party.

This time, when you find yourself within the dream, you'll be somewhere familiar. Perhaps somewhere you feel safe or at home, some place you miss, or were particularly happy at some point in your life. It might not be the same place every time you come back here, though.

There will also be a door where there didn't use to be one, even if there's no wall to surround it. If you go through this door, you will find yourself in endless simple corridor, lined with unmarked doors. And if you go through them, you'll pay a visit to someone else's room.


[There will monthly Dreaming party post like this. Same procedure as last time. Non-members welcome to tag in!]

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[aly_brighteyes]

Aly flutters her eyelashes a moment, "But Aunt, Carthak is so lovely this time of year!"

She gives the declaration a perfectly timed beat before raising a hand. "No, I'm afraid not. Kyprioth sent me to the Copper Isles to employ my skills."

[wildmage_daine]

It's still strange hearing 'Aunt' come from a girl near enough to her own age, for all that she knows this is Aly. All this talk of Kyprioth might make her worry that she was being tricked, somehow, but she very much doubts the god could pull one over on Kitten.

"Skills?" Daine wonders which of her parents Aly takes after in that regard. The broken nose suggests she's been in a tussle, but she has her father's bearing - and if she was a squire, she'd be running errands for her knight master, not a god. "Have you gone into spywork?"

[aly_brighteyes]

"Say, rather, I was press-ganged and then seduced into well...The Copper Isles did need less time on their hands to spend mucking about with Tortall." Aly flaps it off with an impatient hand, as if serving as a rebellion's spymaster is no nevermind.

[wildmage_daine]

"Press-ganged?" Daine's eyebrows shoot up, despite Aly's flippant attitude. "Do your parents know what's happened? Mithros, they must be having fits!"

[aly_brighteyes]

"Well, that's Mother for you," Aly replies, hiding her true feelings out of reflex and no small part of regret.

"I did mean to tell her goodbye."

[wildmage_daine]

Daine tsks, readjusting her grip on Kitten so she reach for Aly. "Are you all right?" she asks, taking her niece's hand.

[aly_brighteyes]

"Of course I am," she promises. As Daine has guessed, she does take after her good old Da. "I'm good at hiding what I can do."

[wildmage_daine]

"I s'pose you have had some of the best teachers," Daine says with an encouraging smile. Anyone with George Cooper for a da and Sir Myles for a grandda must have a good idea of what they're doing as far as spywork is concerned.

Still, she can't quite dismiss the rather maternal fondness she has for her niece, or the worry that comes with it. "Be extra careful," she advises, aware that she's mother-henning a bit but unable to stop herself. "Especially if the gods are taking an interest."

[aly_brighteyes]

Aly bats her eyes sweetly before taking a seat on the floor of the hall. "Am I ever not careful?"

[wildmage_daine]

Daine plops down beside her, grinning. "I might not be the best person to ask, seeing as you were three last I saw you."

[aly_brighteyes]

"I promise you, I was a very clever three-year-old." It was the age or slightly before that that her Da had given Aly her first knife. It had been blunted, while she learned, but she had quickly graduated to full-fledged daggers.

[wildmage_daine]

"Clever isn't the same as careful," Daine points out, eyebrows raised. At that age, being clever just means you get into more mischief.

[aly_brighteyes]

Aly gave Daine that same mischievous smile, shrugging like a bird more than a two-legger. "With my Da, they're the same thing."