Event Log: Dreamwalker

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The Dreamwalker event
Where: In your comfy bed and your sleepy head.
When: May 16th-26th
Warnings: Good dreams, weird dreams, bad dreams, straight-up nightmares. Please remember to tag for warnings in the header if things are going to be bad!

Have you been having trouble getting a good night's sleep? Tossing and turning, unable to rest those tired eyes? Or maybe you don't sleep at all, and never have. Not to worry! For a little while, you'll have no trouble at all falling asleep - in fact, as night falls, you'll find yourself overwhelmed with exhaustion whether you want to sleep or not. Lay down and rest your weary head, friends. Everyone could use a little extra sleep.

But what will your dreams bring? Something happy, images of a perfect day? Something hopeful, something you've wanted for a long time? Maybe you'll dream of anger, of the face of your worst enemy. Or maybe - just maybe - you'll have a horrific nightmare, and wake screaming, covered in cold sweat.

Not before others have time to see it, though. As you sleep, as you dream, the other residents of Hadriel, friends and enemies and people you've only met once, might find their way into your dreams. Or you might find your way into theirs - and then have to deal with someone's else's nightmares, or hopes, or anger. For the next ten nights, you'll find yourself either a host or a visitor, and no matter how you try you won't be able to stay awake once night falls.

Sweet dreams, Hadriel. Don't let the asshole fear gods bite.

► This log covers May 16th-26th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► You can't die in the dreams, but if you somehow manage to trip and fall and kill yourself getting out of bed, please report it on the death post.

Comments

[dogsanddaughters]

[Oh, this is so exciting! She even likes the smell of the horses, something hearty with a little bit of dust, and the feel of the mare's coat under her hand. Warm and soft. Different from Barnaby's coat, but not too much. Miriam beams up at Damen, and giggles when he lifts her.

Feet in stirrups, right. Sit up straight. Miriam pats the mare's neck.] Like this?

[Oh wow, she's really high up!]

[barbarus]

Yes.

[ Damen moves around the horse, his own hand on her neck. That's partly to check Miriam's position, and partly to make sure the horse doesn't move. He lifts the reins, offering them to the small rider. ]

Now hold on to her with your thighs, and take the reins in your hands. Don't let them go.

You click your heels on her flank to tell her to go, and pull the reins - gently - to each side, to tell her to turn. Pull them towards you to tell her to stop. Does that make sense?

[dogsanddaughters]

Uh huh. [Kinda like when she'd been small enough to ride Barnaby, except that had been about leaning to steer him. Miriam shifts experimentally, holding the reins carefully. Be gentle, be slow. She moves her hands carefully.] Like this?

[The mare flicks her ears back, but doesn't seem to mind.

Barnaby watches curiously from the ground, tail wagging.]

[barbarus]

[ Damen nods, and then moves to retake his own mount beside her. His stallion is taller and more broad, to bear both Damen's weight and that of his weapons. Regardless, Miriam's mare does not shy as he moves close. ]

Click your heels gently. We'll walk together.

[ That way, he can herd the mare if need be, and keep her from getting out of control. He kicks his own horse forward, and it moves slowly, hooves clipping along the ground. All around them, the Veretian countryside seems to brighten, as though it's welcoming them. ]

Tell the dog to follow - if he can keep up!

[dogsanddaughters]

[Okay, that's bouncy. Miriam tries not to squeeze too tight. Barnaby hadn't liked it when she'd done that, except the mare is a whole lot bigger than Barnaby ever was. But something in the dream makes it easy, smooths over the tricks that would come with practice, and they're moving.

She's riding a horse. She's riding a horse with Damen and she can feel the sun - the real sun - on her skin.

Miriam throws back her head and laughs. She can't help it.] He can! He totally can! C'mon, buddy, don't let me down.

[Barnaby trots after the horses, tail wagging like a banner.]