Post by sidonia on Aug 16, 2007 14:54:14 GMT -5
Caedan is napping at the hearth, tucked away securely under a mound of blankets, and otherwise out of sight, and assuredly out of mind. The teen dozes lightly, and eventually allows herself to drift off into a deep slumber. The phoenix buried in her lap vanishes, though the lump that composes Caedan's reclusive respite remains in place. Soon, she has emerged into that realm of dream, the vibrant garden that greets her upon arrival. Within that plane, she unwraps herself from her blanket, and stands, while being immediately welcomed by a female centaur that gathers her into a fond embrace. A small bird alights on her shoulder, and the psychic's giggles echo across the brook she treads towards. She is helped across the gently flowing stream by a pair of twin turtles and she skips merrily up the side of the mossy embankment. Her destination appears to be a pantheon of sorts, a columned structure in the distance, where various creatures seem to be amassing. It is a heavenly place, full of life, and eternal sunshine. A dryad stops her to press a flower into her hand, and a doe nursing her fawn lifts her head as the girl passes, while the little one scampers over to receive an obligatory pet of a velvety nose. Meanwhile, back in the tavern, business carries on as normal. That is, until Terra's position atop the bar would flicker, fade, flare, and then vanish altogether. The elfess would quite suddenly find herself plunged into this alternate reality of the teen's making, as if drawn by the sheer force of her imagination, and subtle affection for the woman. Caedan is some way ahead, rolling in the grass with a pair of centaur sentries, and Terra would have to find her own way in this land of make-believe.
Terra had been so worried about the blisters covering the pads of her feet to notice that the tavern was no longer her place of residence. It wasn't until the heat of the sun's rays, that sudden ability to see everything clearly, and the scent that wafted pass carrying flowers and happiness in the wake in the place of stale smoke, liquor, death. Pretty features contorted into something of agony at the sight of it all, and she immediately cowered back only to find that she hadn't caught on fire. She wouldn't. The pain pulsating through legs from her feet was gone, and even the bruises that decorated pale flesh had vanished and left a feeling of serenity. Eyes narrowed, squinting off at the distance as she tried to find some hint of where she was, or at least how she got here. She hadn't dreamed of the sun in so long... Was that the form of a deranged teenager up ahead? Feet pressed into the grass, and softly she padded after what she believed to be Caedan. It was odd, but Terra knew that if any had answers it would be the girl. The turtle bridge formed was taken by the vampiress, and the very same dryad extended a welcoming, blooming flower to Terra, which was accepted and tucked neatly behind a pointed ear and situated in a mess of curls. No words came to mind as she followed the path over to a frolicking Caedan, stopping at a distance to crouch down and examine the girl with a curious expression. Curiosity caused her to tilt her head, and a smile came easily. She'd wait there, with that smile, and simply watch the girl and the creatures that took to examining her.
Caedan is happy to frolic with the pair of centaurs who roll about in the grass, relieving an itch here, and a scratch there. She is mindless of the hooves which thrash about, as she twists and writhes in the middle of them; but she is safe. No harm will befall her here, no injury. She is panting by the time they stop, and sits up only to find Terra directly in her line of sight. Surprise contorts her features ere she beams, and is scooped up by one of the centaurs that deposits her on his back. "You're here!" She dwelt not on the how, or why, and was simply content in the knowledge that a friend had somehow accompanied her. The other centaur makes the few loping strides it takes to reach the elfess, and immediately scoops her up as well, and places her with a soft bounce on his back, before returning to Caedan's side. "It's nice. I like it here." Her statement is rewarded with a harmony of agreement, birds chittering, soft neighs from the three unicorns who canter down a hill towards the structure all seem to be converging upon. "They're expecting us." She reaches for Terra's hand, and grins; her expression retains no sign of the madness which afflicts her in reality. "You'll stay for a little while?" Because in all honesty, Caedan has no idea she is the originator of such creation, the harbinger of such delight. Her features are alight with happiness, and a tinge of expectancy, as she awaits her female companion. Within the musky atmosphere of the tavern, a certain avian would flicker, fade, flare, and vanish, in much the same way Terra had. He finds himself greeted by a beautiful dryad, who would situate a flower in his hair, and offer a kiss to both cheeks. "Welcome," she coos, and is soon joined by three of her sisters who fuss over him, preening his wings, attempting to place a crown of ivy atop his head. "We have heard of you from Mynero. Welcome."
Terra was still in a sort of blissful state of shock at the place; it was beautiful. Only once had she come across a place similar to this and that was beneath the murky depths of an ocean that nearly killed her in attempting to reach that place. She'd squeak, a high-pitched noise of surprise at suddenly finding her feet no longer touched the ground and hands petted against the soft fur of the centaur's body. It was something she imagined doing to Mynero but thought it best not to as to avoid angering the majestic creature, especially since she hadn't a clue where he had stemmed from. This place, that was for sure, but where was it? Head would shake, clearing the thoughts away and her hand immediately found Caedan's outstretched one, giving it a gentle squeeze and pleased to see that the night before hadn't shook her into a further state of madness, and even more pleased to see that Caedan felt at ease here. She smiled without that sadistic hint, and it was beautiful. The entire place was. "I'll stay as long as I can." And she would. Not even the nagging thought of unserved customers could keep her from offering a cheerful smile to her companion who had unknowingly summoned her here. The soft titters of chatty, cheery dryads beckoned her attention towards Demont who was then greeted by a lofted brow. "You're here too..." Despite the odd situation, she'd smile, basking in the light provided by something she'd never see or feel otherwise.
Demont finds himself distorted from reality, is often the case with himself, and thrown into a relative Utopian wilderness. Without much of any indication of surprise or uncertainty, the Avian takes it as it is, and ignores the Dryads greeting as best he can, even if a smile creeps upon his seeming made-of-stone face. Peace; Such a thing the winged creature has not seen in years, the serene feeling filling him, and he stands, basking in it for sometime until the faint words of Caedan traveling on the gentle breeze brush against his ears. He did not know where he was, nor why and somehow did not care, with knowing that his fiancée was here as well and set to taking flight to see where she may be. Such warm and peaceful air, relaxing to say the least met the wraith at an altitude that would give him clear visuals of the dreamland, and it did. Below he spotted Caedan, cheerful and carefree, a sight he had prayed for everyday and saw too, Terra, bouncing upon the back of a Centaur towards the conjurer of this dream and set for them, reaching the mid-point of the two and alighting upon the grassy meadow to set sights on Caedan. With the Ivy Crown adorning his head, it was a sight to behold. As the unicorns scampered down the hill towards the troupe, a very tender embrace would be afforded to his 'Rose.' "Where are we?" He had almost forgotten, and a feather was plucked from his right wing and handed to her. The approaching Terra was ignored, for now as his attention remained solely on Caedan, and the horned beasts closely resembling horses.
Caedan reacts to the wraith's presence by extending a wide grin to him, and blushing slightly when that feather is tucked behind her ear. Terra's hand is released as the pair of centaurs begin their descent down the hill, towards the glade which houses the ornate pillars. Once at the bottom of the hill, her centaur takes a detour, and canters towards the end of the stream, which is the bottom of a waterfall now, as the descent had been a steep one. The psychic giggles as the creature plunges in, and splashes about playfully. He coats his chest with that sparkling water as great hooves strike the surface repeatedly, and Caedan slips from his back to splash more water on him. The centaur laughs and dips downward to return the favor, which elicits another burst of giggles. The second centaur, bearing Terra, will not be left out, and quickly makes a beeline for the water-bound pair, and plunges in with them. Caedan splashes at Terra, and ducks behind her centaur to avoid retribution. There is no hurry in this land, no rush, though it does appear the teen has somewhere to be. Eventually Demont will be noted again, and she will smile shyly, and duck her head, for here, in this world, she possesses such emotion as love, even affection. It comes far more readily than in reality's plane of existence. Of course, a hail of water from one of the centaurs will draw her attention back once again, and she will wade towards the waterfall, and perhaps pull Terra along with her, where they can hide from the hoofed pair. Everything here seems to be sentient, and veil of frothy water parts to allow the duo passage into the inner sanctum, where only the dull echo of the falls exists, along with a myriad of colour from the sun which filters across the water, and channels a rainbow in a prism-like display. Of course, by now, Caedan seems to be encouraged by the other's reaction to this place, and the gentle pianist will find herself plunged into the world, set atop the hill where she will be welcomed by attentive dryads who fuss with her hair, and drape garlands of flowers about her neck. Perhaps Sidonia's mood will be encouraged in this realm, and the melancholy that Caedan feels so acutely will be rectified.
Demont follows the pair of women and horse-men creatures to the pristine waters flowing from the hill, he would even watch as they play, and splash each other, he would even blush himself at the smile given by Caedan, and marvel at the feeling that has been lost to him for as long as he can remember. He would not mind staying in this place for eternity with her, just to see that expression on her face day in and day out. He would even watch them walk into the thundering wall of water that parts as if a string had been pulled on a curtain to admit them passage into the cavernous depths hidden behind the foreboding element plummeting down. Preciously, the winged creature took a step into the cool, yet not freezing waters, with arms crossed before his bare chest and look at his reflection, Dryads, and even a Fae or two fluttering about him. One would think he an Angel in Heaven, and this place might as well be Heaven. Slow steps were taken towards the falling waters, eyes watching the crystal clear water curling about his ankles and the golden, blue, and even red fish carelessly swimming and dancing --If such was possible for fish-- in the currents. Did they follow the water down, and survive? What a place. He continued to walk, attention long gone, and a blissful veil covering him, the waterfall parting as it did for Caedan and Terra to greet him with the depths beyond, and his companions. Would Sidonia find them, would she wander off on her own and find the same bliss and happiness each had, and become lost to the magic? He had no doubt the piano player would find them, things here seemed to have a way of working themselves out.
Gondien would smile, a smile that would cause his eyes to be locked from the world, though it would be a very good thing as Sidonia vanishes in a bright flash of light, leaving the former-druid's hand with a gently warm tingle as his serpentine symphony rings out as the arm falls to have netted hand contact the spot which once held Sidonia upon the wooden bench before the piano. His jaded grey hues snap open to the world and Gondien looks around...extremely confused, noting the lack of presence.
Sidonia, still reeling from her triumphant confrontation with her piano, gasps in shock as she watches the world around her flicker and fade with wide eyes. She blinks once, thinking that maybe the memories she tries so hard to keep at bay are getting the best of her. But when the pale eyes open, it doesn't take more than a moment to realize that she's never seen this place before, nor anything like it. No, she's never stood upon a hilltop, a breeze teasing curls from their barely-combed state. And sunlight... oh.... Though she's told some that she's grown used to the dark, and in truth she has, she hasn't realized how much she's missed the feeling of a golden glow, instead of a silver one. Abruptly brought out of her reverie, she can't say that she minds much; she's still in the sun, but now a flower is being braided into her hair, as well as a chain of them placed gingerly about her neck. Breathing in the delicious scent of white roses, the pianist smiles widely. And when she does, it is not cracked, parched lips that part but smooth ones, a mere sample of all the aches that have suddenly vanished from her form. A laugh escapes the girl and she looks down, suddenly realizing that her heavy cloak and ragged gown have disappeared as well; they are replaced by a light gown of a peach's hue, the smooth silk flowing easily with the slightest movement. With a thank you, she soon distances herself from the dryads, eager to explore the rest of this world. Hm, this world.... Yes, it's possible that her mind has finally snapped, broken in two while she fell through the cracks. But if this is the case, it's fine with her. Bare feet pound the soft grass underfoot as the girl runs freely, turning her face up toward the sun again before the sound of running water catches the sensitive ears. Watching as familiar silhouettes go through the water, the fall parting like a curtain for them, she follows, wading into the pleasant water to follow them. All such thoughts are forgotten, however, as the jewel-bright fish catch her eye, swimming in ribbons around her ankles.
Caedan reaches for Demont when he crests the frothing veil which parts for his entrance, and playfully splashes him before darting into the light once again. She weaves in and out of the falls, which descend as more of a sprinkling mist than any tumultuous sea. The centaurs have moved onto the bank and are contentedly basking in the sun to dry, awaiting their beloved girl and the one she feels so strongly for to emerge from the stream as well. The teen stealthily creeps through the encompassing mist, and trails behind the avian, seeking an opportunity to splash him again without detection. Atop the hill, the dryads blow kisses to the departing Sidonia, and gesture down the hill, while the turtles will form to make a bridge for her to cross the stream and descend the hill, where she can find the falls. Within the tavern, Gondien might feel an odd sensation before he too vanished, and emerged within Caedan's realm of dream, her veritable utopia. The chains would have vanished, and only a serene calm such as none other would be felt. Meanwhile, Caedan loses sight of the wraith, and muffles a giggle as she explores the misty cavern to find him again.
Demont grins as Caedan prances to and fro, watching -his- angel be free from the constraints of the real world, where fear and hate outweigh the good and peace. More steps are taken, towards his love and a laugh, a very unfamiliar sound to Demont, escapes him. He would be surprised at the action if he were not in this place, yet the sound seems natural, as if he’d gone every day of his life laughing. The cause of such jovial sounds being Caedan’s splashing which he thoroughly enjoys. With a bend of his legs and waist, once rough and calloused and gnarled hands, replaced with smooth and healthy skin, cup to scoop up water to throw at Caedan, but the action is halted as he spots Sidonia approaching and gives the conjurer sleeping back in the tavern a chance to complete her stealthy, playful attack. With water in his hands, it is thrown instead at Sidonia with a smile. With Caedan behind him, a hand extends to grab her own and he pulls her from the stream to the bank and tall grasses flanking it to pull her down with him into their softness. Small insects flicker about and settle in new regions as the pair tumble, wild flowers and the grass filling his nose with their sweet aroma. Hands would reach up and bury themselves in the still unruly, soft hair of Caedan’s, each digit swimming in the strands. Gondien would of course be noticed after a tender kiss would befall his fiancé’s cheek, and forehead and finally lips, such soft things he would hope to remember should this Haven come crashing down and throw each back into the world they each deep down hate. A moment would be given to ponder as to why each of the inhabitants of the Hanging Corpse were finding themselves here, but the moment such a thought came into his head, it left, and no matter how hard he tried to think in it, it eluded him as a firefly would elude a small child in the waning hours of the day as he chased it to marvel at the magic and light it could create. This was how it seemed in those hours, a time when the worries of the world could be lifted from ones shoulders and peace could take its place.
Odd sensations were never Gondien's friends, though the 'elf' would be more concerned about how anything could possibly be taking him anywhere, was there something that could touch him despite being an anti-mage? Impossible...he would reach to grab for his broadswords as the Tavern fades, only to find them gone. All he would feel is the touch of the smooth hands of the silken skinned dryads as his previous attire is gone. The gladiator would find himself donned in the softest of silken pants, bare feet graced by the grass between his toes, and a type of shawl of the same material as the pants. The silk would be a deep forest green with leaf green trimmings and embroidery, though the elf would have his mind on other things. The dryads jump with slight glee as they marvel his silken garb, thusly setting his arms into movement...without the symphony. The man gasps rather audibly as he gazes upon metal-lacking arms, his once silken smooth skin returned and stretched about his musculature, with no trace of the brutal bolts...no trace of slavery...this thought was the truest of happy that the man would ever be, he thought. As his voice, no longer gruff from battle but beautiful as an elf's voice should be, laughs out into the warm air. He closes his eyes as he allows the warm breeze to flow through his hair, rustling the more golden locks gloriously, then the unthinkable occurs. As he laughs out a small batch of exotically beautiful flowers slowly grow as if out of nowhere, causing jaded grey hues to flitter open again and his jaw to gape open. The colors on the flowers were breath-taking, the perfect blend of all the natural colors a rose could be and swirling them around each other in eye-capturing fashion. Gondien's hands release the dryad's as he drops to his knees, tears of pure and complete happiness streaming down his face as he plucks up the flowers in his hands...these flowers, these specifically enrapturing flowers...were always what he used to grow. Closing his eyes, he brings the bouquet up to his face to take in the scent and feel this affinity for the druidic world seeping back into him...this place was Heaven...pure Nirvana. He laughs joyously and rises to his feet and turns to the dryads, splitting the bouquet up evenly he departs one section to each of them, adding an ecstatic kiss upon the cheek to each as well, sending the dryads tittering in glee as he sees their cheeks flush slightly, causing the most genuine smile to split his features smoothly and delicately. He turns about and looks down the hill to view Sidonia gazing upon the exotic fish. He bows to the dryads and makes his way down the hill, each step graced with the growth of a ring of those flowers so precious to the man and remaining there, even as his feet leave the ground. Even as the man strides into the water, the flowers grow, but on top of the water's surface, upon reaching Sidonia he smiles wide to the pianist. "Sidonia!" he ecstatically says to the woman, his words accompanied by the breaking of the water's surface via the brilliantly scaled fish.
Terra had been so worried about the blisters covering the pads of her feet to notice that the tavern was no longer her place of residence. It wasn't until the heat of the sun's rays, that sudden ability to see everything clearly, and the scent that wafted pass carrying flowers and happiness in the wake in the place of stale smoke, liquor, death. Pretty features contorted into something of agony at the sight of it all, and she immediately cowered back only to find that she hadn't caught on fire. She wouldn't. The pain pulsating through legs from her feet was gone, and even the bruises that decorated pale flesh had vanished and left a feeling of serenity. Eyes narrowed, squinting off at the distance as she tried to find some hint of where she was, or at least how she got here. She hadn't dreamed of the sun in so long... Was that the form of a deranged teenager up ahead? Feet pressed into the grass, and softly she padded after what she believed to be Caedan. It was odd, but Terra knew that if any had answers it would be the girl. The turtle bridge formed was taken by the vampiress, and the very same dryad extended a welcoming, blooming flower to Terra, which was accepted and tucked neatly behind a pointed ear and situated in a mess of curls. No words came to mind as she followed the path over to a frolicking Caedan, stopping at a distance to crouch down and examine the girl with a curious expression. Curiosity caused her to tilt her head, and a smile came easily. She'd wait there, with that smile, and simply watch the girl and the creatures that took to examining her.
Caedan is happy to frolic with the pair of centaurs who roll about in the grass, relieving an itch here, and a scratch there. She is mindless of the hooves which thrash about, as she twists and writhes in the middle of them; but she is safe. No harm will befall her here, no injury. She is panting by the time they stop, and sits up only to find Terra directly in her line of sight. Surprise contorts her features ere she beams, and is scooped up by one of the centaurs that deposits her on his back. "You're here!" She dwelt not on the how, or why, and was simply content in the knowledge that a friend had somehow accompanied her. The other centaur makes the few loping strides it takes to reach the elfess, and immediately scoops her up as well, and places her with a soft bounce on his back, before returning to Caedan's side. "It's nice. I like it here." Her statement is rewarded with a harmony of agreement, birds chittering, soft neighs from the three unicorns who canter down a hill towards the structure all seem to be converging upon. "They're expecting us." She reaches for Terra's hand, and grins; her expression retains no sign of the madness which afflicts her in reality. "You'll stay for a little while?" Because in all honesty, Caedan has no idea she is the originator of such creation, the harbinger of such delight. Her features are alight with happiness, and a tinge of expectancy, as she awaits her female companion. Within the musky atmosphere of the tavern, a certain avian would flicker, fade, flare, and vanish, in much the same way Terra had. He finds himself greeted by a beautiful dryad, who would situate a flower in his hair, and offer a kiss to both cheeks. "Welcome," she coos, and is soon joined by three of her sisters who fuss over him, preening his wings, attempting to place a crown of ivy atop his head. "We have heard of you from Mynero. Welcome."
Terra was still in a sort of blissful state of shock at the place; it was beautiful. Only once had she come across a place similar to this and that was beneath the murky depths of an ocean that nearly killed her in attempting to reach that place. She'd squeak, a high-pitched noise of surprise at suddenly finding her feet no longer touched the ground and hands petted against the soft fur of the centaur's body. It was something she imagined doing to Mynero but thought it best not to as to avoid angering the majestic creature, especially since she hadn't a clue where he had stemmed from. This place, that was for sure, but where was it? Head would shake, clearing the thoughts away and her hand immediately found Caedan's outstretched one, giving it a gentle squeeze and pleased to see that the night before hadn't shook her into a further state of madness, and even more pleased to see that Caedan felt at ease here. She smiled without that sadistic hint, and it was beautiful. The entire place was. "I'll stay as long as I can." And she would. Not even the nagging thought of unserved customers could keep her from offering a cheerful smile to her companion who had unknowingly summoned her here. The soft titters of chatty, cheery dryads beckoned her attention towards Demont who was then greeted by a lofted brow. "You're here too..." Despite the odd situation, she'd smile, basking in the light provided by something she'd never see or feel otherwise.
Demont finds himself distorted from reality, is often the case with himself, and thrown into a relative Utopian wilderness. Without much of any indication of surprise or uncertainty, the Avian takes it as it is, and ignores the Dryads greeting as best he can, even if a smile creeps upon his seeming made-of-stone face. Peace; Such a thing the winged creature has not seen in years, the serene feeling filling him, and he stands, basking in it for sometime until the faint words of Caedan traveling on the gentle breeze brush against his ears. He did not know where he was, nor why and somehow did not care, with knowing that his fiancée was here as well and set to taking flight to see where she may be. Such warm and peaceful air, relaxing to say the least met the wraith at an altitude that would give him clear visuals of the dreamland, and it did. Below he spotted Caedan, cheerful and carefree, a sight he had prayed for everyday and saw too, Terra, bouncing upon the back of a Centaur towards the conjurer of this dream and set for them, reaching the mid-point of the two and alighting upon the grassy meadow to set sights on Caedan. With the Ivy Crown adorning his head, it was a sight to behold. As the unicorns scampered down the hill towards the troupe, a very tender embrace would be afforded to his 'Rose.' "Where are we?" He had almost forgotten, and a feather was plucked from his right wing and handed to her. The approaching Terra was ignored, for now as his attention remained solely on Caedan, and the horned beasts closely resembling horses.
Caedan reacts to the wraith's presence by extending a wide grin to him, and blushing slightly when that feather is tucked behind her ear. Terra's hand is released as the pair of centaurs begin their descent down the hill, towards the glade which houses the ornate pillars. Once at the bottom of the hill, her centaur takes a detour, and canters towards the end of the stream, which is the bottom of a waterfall now, as the descent had been a steep one. The psychic giggles as the creature plunges in, and splashes about playfully. He coats his chest with that sparkling water as great hooves strike the surface repeatedly, and Caedan slips from his back to splash more water on him. The centaur laughs and dips downward to return the favor, which elicits another burst of giggles. The second centaur, bearing Terra, will not be left out, and quickly makes a beeline for the water-bound pair, and plunges in with them. Caedan splashes at Terra, and ducks behind her centaur to avoid retribution. There is no hurry in this land, no rush, though it does appear the teen has somewhere to be. Eventually Demont will be noted again, and she will smile shyly, and duck her head, for here, in this world, she possesses such emotion as love, even affection. It comes far more readily than in reality's plane of existence. Of course, a hail of water from one of the centaurs will draw her attention back once again, and she will wade towards the waterfall, and perhaps pull Terra along with her, where they can hide from the hoofed pair. Everything here seems to be sentient, and veil of frothy water parts to allow the duo passage into the inner sanctum, where only the dull echo of the falls exists, along with a myriad of colour from the sun which filters across the water, and channels a rainbow in a prism-like display. Of course, by now, Caedan seems to be encouraged by the other's reaction to this place, and the gentle pianist will find herself plunged into the world, set atop the hill where she will be welcomed by attentive dryads who fuss with her hair, and drape garlands of flowers about her neck. Perhaps Sidonia's mood will be encouraged in this realm, and the melancholy that Caedan feels so acutely will be rectified.
Demont follows the pair of women and horse-men creatures to the pristine waters flowing from the hill, he would even watch as they play, and splash each other, he would even blush himself at the smile given by Caedan, and marvel at the feeling that has been lost to him for as long as he can remember. He would not mind staying in this place for eternity with her, just to see that expression on her face day in and day out. He would even watch them walk into the thundering wall of water that parts as if a string had been pulled on a curtain to admit them passage into the cavernous depths hidden behind the foreboding element plummeting down. Preciously, the winged creature took a step into the cool, yet not freezing waters, with arms crossed before his bare chest and look at his reflection, Dryads, and even a Fae or two fluttering about him. One would think he an Angel in Heaven, and this place might as well be Heaven. Slow steps were taken towards the falling waters, eyes watching the crystal clear water curling about his ankles and the golden, blue, and even red fish carelessly swimming and dancing --If such was possible for fish-- in the currents. Did they follow the water down, and survive? What a place. He continued to walk, attention long gone, and a blissful veil covering him, the waterfall parting as it did for Caedan and Terra to greet him with the depths beyond, and his companions. Would Sidonia find them, would she wander off on her own and find the same bliss and happiness each had, and become lost to the magic? He had no doubt the piano player would find them, things here seemed to have a way of working themselves out.
Gondien would smile, a smile that would cause his eyes to be locked from the world, though it would be a very good thing as Sidonia vanishes in a bright flash of light, leaving the former-druid's hand with a gently warm tingle as his serpentine symphony rings out as the arm falls to have netted hand contact the spot which once held Sidonia upon the wooden bench before the piano. His jaded grey hues snap open to the world and Gondien looks around...extremely confused, noting the lack of presence.
Sidonia, still reeling from her triumphant confrontation with her piano, gasps in shock as she watches the world around her flicker and fade with wide eyes. She blinks once, thinking that maybe the memories she tries so hard to keep at bay are getting the best of her. But when the pale eyes open, it doesn't take more than a moment to realize that she's never seen this place before, nor anything like it. No, she's never stood upon a hilltop, a breeze teasing curls from their barely-combed state. And sunlight... oh.... Though she's told some that she's grown used to the dark, and in truth she has, she hasn't realized how much she's missed the feeling of a golden glow, instead of a silver one. Abruptly brought out of her reverie, she can't say that she minds much; she's still in the sun, but now a flower is being braided into her hair, as well as a chain of them placed gingerly about her neck. Breathing in the delicious scent of white roses, the pianist smiles widely. And when she does, it is not cracked, parched lips that part but smooth ones, a mere sample of all the aches that have suddenly vanished from her form. A laugh escapes the girl and she looks down, suddenly realizing that her heavy cloak and ragged gown have disappeared as well; they are replaced by a light gown of a peach's hue, the smooth silk flowing easily with the slightest movement. With a thank you, she soon distances herself from the dryads, eager to explore the rest of this world. Hm, this world.... Yes, it's possible that her mind has finally snapped, broken in two while she fell through the cracks. But if this is the case, it's fine with her. Bare feet pound the soft grass underfoot as the girl runs freely, turning her face up toward the sun again before the sound of running water catches the sensitive ears. Watching as familiar silhouettes go through the water, the fall parting like a curtain for them, she follows, wading into the pleasant water to follow them. All such thoughts are forgotten, however, as the jewel-bright fish catch her eye, swimming in ribbons around her ankles.
Caedan reaches for Demont when he crests the frothing veil which parts for his entrance, and playfully splashes him before darting into the light once again. She weaves in and out of the falls, which descend as more of a sprinkling mist than any tumultuous sea. The centaurs have moved onto the bank and are contentedly basking in the sun to dry, awaiting their beloved girl and the one she feels so strongly for to emerge from the stream as well. The teen stealthily creeps through the encompassing mist, and trails behind the avian, seeking an opportunity to splash him again without detection. Atop the hill, the dryads blow kisses to the departing Sidonia, and gesture down the hill, while the turtles will form to make a bridge for her to cross the stream and descend the hill, where she can find the falls. Within the tavern, Gondien might feel an odd sensation before he too vanished, and emerged within Caedan's realm of dream, her veritable utopia. The chains would have vanished, and only a serene calm such as none other would be felt. Meanwhile, Caedan loses sight of the wraith, and muffles a giggle as she explores the misty cavern to find him again.
Demont grins as Caedan prances to and fro, watching -his- angel be free from the constraints of the real world, where fear and hate outweigh the good and peace. More steps are taken, towards his love and a laugh, a very unfamiliar sound to Demont, escapes him. He would be surprised at the action if he were not in this place, yet the sound seems natural, as if he’d gone every day of his life laughing. The cause of such jovial sounds being Caedan’s splashing which he thoroughly enjoys. With a bend of his legs and waist, once rough and calloused and gnarled hands, replaced with smooth and healthy skin, cup to scoop up water to throw at Caedan, but the action is halted as he spots Sidonia approaching and gives the conjurer sleeping back in the tavern a chance to complete her stealthy, playful attack. With water in his hands, it is thrown instead at Sidonia with a smile. With Caedan behind him, a hand extends to grab her own and he pulls her from the stream to the bank and tall grasses flanking it to pull her down with him into their softness. Small insects flicker about and settle in new regions as the pair tumble, wild flowers and the grass filling his nose with their sweet aroma. Hands would reach up and bury themselves in the still unruly, soft hair of Caedan’s, each digit swimming in the strands. Gondien would of course be noticed after a tender kiss would befall his fiancé’s cheek, and forehead and finally lips, such soft things he would hope to remember should this Haven come crashing down and throw each back into the world they each deep down hate. A moment would be given to ponder as to why each of the inhabitants of the Hanging Corpse were finding themselves here, but the moment such a thought came into his head, it left, and no matter how hard he tried to think in it, it eluded him as a firefly would elude a small child in the waning hours of the day as he chased it to marvel at the magic and light it could create. This was how it seemed in those hours, a time when the worries of the world could be lifted from ones shoulders and peace could take its place.
Odd sensations were never Gondien's friends, though the 'elf' would be more concerned about how anything could possibly be taking him anywhere, was there something that could touch him despite being an anti-mage? Impossible...he would reach to grab for his broadswords as the Tavern fades, only to find them gone. All he would feel is the touch of the smooth hands of the silken skinned dryads as his previous attire is gone. The gladiator would find himself donned in the softest of silken pants, bare feet graced by the grass between his toes, and a type of shawl of the same material as the pants. The silk would be a deep forest green with leaf green trimmings and embroidery, though the elf would have his mind on other things. The dryads jump with slight glee as they marvel his silken garb, thusly setting his arms into movement...without the symphony. The man gasps rather audibly as he gazes upon metal-lacking arms, his once silken smooth skin returned and stretched about his musculature, with no trace of the brutal bolts...no trace of slavery...this thought was the truest of happy that the man would ever be, he thought. As his voice, no longer gruff from battle but beautiful as an elf's voice should be, laughs out into the warm air. He closes his eyes as he allows the warm breeze to flow through his hair, rustling the more golden locks gloriously, then the unthinkable occurs. As he laughs out a small batch of exotically beautiful flowers slowly grow as if out of nowhere, causing jaded grey hues to flitter open again and his jaw to gape open. The colors on the flowers were breath-taking, the perfect blend of all the natural colors a rose could be and swirling them around each other in eye-capturing fashion. Gondien's hands release the dryad's as he drops to his knees, tears of pure and complete happiness streaming down his face as he plucks up the flowers in his hands...these flowers, these specifically enrapturing flowers...were always what he used to grow. Closing his eyes, he brings the bouquet up to his face to take in the scent and feel this affinity for the druidic world seeping back into him...this place was Heaven...pure Nirvana. He laughs joyously and rises to his feet and turns to the dryads, splitting the bouquet up evenly he departs one section to each of them, adding an ecstatic kiss upon the cheek to each as well, sending the dryads tittering in glee as he sees their cheeks flush slightly, causing the most genuine smile to split his features smoothly and delicately. He turns about and looks down the hill to view Sidonia gazing upon the exotic fish. He bows to the dryads and makes his way down the hill, each step graced with the growth of a ring of those flowers so precious to the man and remaining there, even as his feet leave the ground. Even as the man strides into the water, the flowers grow, but on top of the water's surface, upon reaching Sidonia he smiles wide to the pianist. "Sidonia!" he ecstatically says to the woman, his words accompanied by the breaking of the water's surface via the brilliantly scaled fish.