Lighting the Way
Elsewhere Elsewhen
The woman sat upon a jade bench looking out into a sea of impossible colors, shifting, writhing, dividing, and conjoining like streams, like rainbows after summer rain, like life. She sat upon the edge of a precipice and watched the dreams of men, each like unto gods, shape their memories and expectations, their hopes and fears, their own heaven and hell, fragile as dusk and dawn yet more enduring than the mountains.
Over the past few months Aenie Caleris had learned to tease out truths from lies, order from chaos, to recognize the hunters of dreams and how they shaped this realm, and the beasts of the woods carved game trails under the green vaults where never had any human set foot. She had listened for the difference between the dreams of mortals and immortals, serpent's kin and roaring bull. She had passed curtains of verdant shadows where the singers slept the slow dreams of green-growing things. But it was in none of these places that she found the answer the King had long sought, but in the dreams of the ones awoken without intent, children of no god but the Dream itself.
Distantly she heard the soft wheeze of the Essarian sleeping beside her physical form. In a larger being it might have been a snore, but it was too cute for that, not that she would ever say so aloud to any of the little silver-furred beings. They could be rather touchy about such perceptions.
Aenie could hardly tell them she found their sleeping souls even cuter than anything physical about them. People tended to get odd when you complemented their souls, as though you were planning to do unsavory things with them. She had one fellow outright accuse her of wanting to eat his soul when she had done that, accused her of 'being some kind of succubus'. They really should not have left those books where the apprentices could reach them. It gave them odd ideas.
She shook off the thought. Her somewhat pitiful attempts at romance, when her mother still thought of her as a little girl half the time or that to practically everyone else around her, other than the Lord Justice, she was something odd and foreign, was not what she should be focusing on right now, unless she wanted to create some kind of lust spirit which...
No, bad Aenie, you have a stipend to earn.
Peering through the ever shifting colors, the sorceress reached out for the spark of silver light, the ward-fire, cradling it carefully in hand. It felt warm. Suddenly she clenched her fist... and hissed in pain from the flame. Then she laughed... giggled really, for the first time in a long time.
The charms worked, they really worked. Material to dream transposition of energy that was unmediated by a living mind, dreamscaping. Granted, being able to make flames in the Dreamlands through protective charms above dreamers' heads was still far off from the King's ultimate ambitions with the project, but it worked, it really worked, stone-solid results to show for her months of work and not just abstract building blocks and the charms could protect sleepers from lesser dream predators. Grown into her power in the shadow of theDoom, Aenie had always been a believer in practical sorceries and this one may well save lives, or even souls under the right circumstances.
Dreamscaping Complete 26/20:
- Achieved material to Dreamlands energy conversion, the foundation of any dreamscaping
- Created Silver Flame Talismans (Cost 100 IM, can be made in batches of 10; shield dreaming minds from most predators by creating a ring of ward-flame around their personal dreamscape)
OOC: Since we are basically done with the trade and the current vote is hardly the most exciting, here's that interlude I wrote two days ago. This is the next step in dream-shaping is to create actual structures, solid matter that can serve as the arteries of the Imperial Deity, though of course the prototypes of that will be less god arteries and more walls and structures. There are many more tiers of research for making said god.