Pyramus

Pyramus is in all day studying, Harlquino always goes out and comes back with crazy stories

Harlequino always asks him to come with, he always says no. (subconscious ness trying to awaken him to the dream state, inviting him into a state that would expose)

One harlequino comes back with a photo of him at the party and in it there is Thisbe, but he doesn't know who she is. Just that he knows her from somewhere. He becomes obsessed with the girl, he has to meet her.

Tries to go with Harlequino to a party but he can't leave. Everytime he tries he wakes up back on the couch, oh I guess we never made it out. Starts realizing he can't leave but doesn't know why. Harlequino says he'll bring the party to him but he's still trying to figure out what is wrong.

Harlequino uses his magic to create an epic party, everyone at the party knows him, but Pyramus doesn't recognize anyone. He sees the girl and follows her to the far reaches of the halls which become more and more winding and less and less populated and party like. He kisses her and the world begins to fragment, she falls into the darkness, harlequino grabs him as he almost falls in after her and he wakes up back on the couch.

Scatter Quest:
-Starting: Unusual
1. rare
2. uncommon
3. uncommon
4. uncommon
5. rare
6. rare
7. uncommon
8. uncommon
9. rare
10. rare
11. uncommon
12. unusual
13. rare
14. rare
15. uncommon
16. rare
17. unusual
18. uncommon
19. unusual
20. uncommon
21. unusual
22. uncommon
23. Primal!!!!!!!!!


Through the grove drifts the smell of lilacs. The scent surrounds you. You haven't seen a single flower yet.
It's spring here, despite the frost still on your claws. Too charmed by the sweet air to be dissuaded from the path.
The forest is dead quiet, and the ground is soft and warm. All you want to do is lay down and sleep. Lay down. Sleep.
It's peaceful here. Your heart beats furiously in your chest. It sees the eyes yours missed.
Take things slow. Enjoy your walk. Enjoy the sound of the birds, the leaves rustling, the sounds fading away as you continue walking. The boughs still sway, but the hainu have all stopped to stare at you. Perhaps you took things too slow.
You wake up and you're still not used to the smell of the trees. You don't remember falling asleep. You don't remember how long you've been here.
Vines creep across a trellises of ribs, not yet dead, breathing with the soft wind that blows through the soft pink blossoms.
It's too late.
He doesn't water his flowers, and yet they grow. The wisteria creeps along the trunks of the trees. Its hunger is insatiable.
Lilacs bloom against your heart. The scent surrounds you.

You're home now.

By Olega
For Spirit dragon when it is ready