[He says it, voice spangled with something akin to excitement as he casts another glance over a feathered shoulder, toward the swift-approaching shore. The closer they come, the more enticing their destination appears; he can pick out wide streets cluttered with people now, some 'monstrous' like himself, others seeming entirely human. Wandering about in various states of undress, sheer swarths of material draped over limbs, some seeming almost entirely nude. Stone spires stretch up almost as far as the eye can see, windows and wider apertures carved out of them here or there, thick slices of material draped between slick rocks to form other kinds of dwellings.
And there, close to where the rows of little boats are moored, is what appears to be a bustling marketplace. Thronged with people, stalls set up here and there; already he's itching to go and take a closer look, to see what fascinating treasures his dream-civilisation will reveal.]
Looks rather beautiful, really, doesn't it?
[Their boat draws nearer still, the dark depths of the lake they've been traversing shallowing out slowly, revealing gleaming pebbles underneath. Any moment now, he should be able to hop out of the boat, drag them the rest of the way to shore.
The dim blue emanations that serve as a light-source down here cast lancing shadows over everything. Gives it, he thinks, a somewhat romantic glow.]
Dream or otherwise, I'm quite eager to explore, my dear.
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[He says it, voice spangled with something akin to excitement as he casts another glance over a feathered shoulder, toward the swift-approaching shore. The closer they come, the more enticing their destination appears; he can pick out wide streets cluttered with people now, some 'monstrous' like himself, others seeming entirely human. Wandering about in various states of undress, sheer swarths of material draped over limbs, some seeming almost entirely nude. Stone spires stretch up almost as far as the eye can see, windows and wider apertures carved out of them here or there, thick slices of material draped between slick rocks to form other kinds of dwellings.
And there, close to where the rows of little boats are moored, is what appears to be a bustling marketplace. Thronged with people, stalls set up here and there; already he's itching to go and take a closer look, to see what fascinating treasures his dream-civilisation will reveal.]
Looks rather beautiful, really, doesn't it?
[Their boat draws nearer still, the dark depths of the lake they've been traversing shallowing out slowly, revealing gleaming pebbles underneath. Any moment now, he should be able to hop out of the boat, drag them the rest of the way to shore.
The dim blue emanations that serve as a light-source down here cast lancing shadows over everything. Gives it, he thinks, a somewhat romantic glow.]
Dream or otherwise, I'm quite eager to explore, my dear.