06-27-2020, 07:34 PM
Nyxxa couldn't help but feel astonished that this whole scheme had actually worked. Thanks to Azgadaan's ability to scry, and Gilveradin's compliance, they had been able to set up a channel for her to bring Gilveradin into her own dream.
This time, she hoped, wouldn't end as poorly as the last.
The satyr waited in her own dreamscape for Gilveradin to arrive. She had created it as she had for Azgadaan- the clearing in the middle of a deadwood covered in brambles, and at the center a fountain with the worn away statue of an elf woman carrying a vase. This time around, she had dimmed the scene so that it would not be as overwhelming to someone not accustomed to seeing in this way. It would still be green, but much paler and darker. She, in contrast, would appear vividly.
Again, Nyxxa sat and waited on the small stone wall surrounding the fountain's pool.
Thank you for this, Azgadaan.