[ he wakes and there's a familiar weight to how the air feels. eyes wandering, eliot seeks his bearings. he's been here before. well, not here, physical location, exactly. here has no meaning in a dreamscape. the problem is, he wasn't the one who cast it, and the scenario itself is probably the least likely thing for him to imagine on his own. ]
This bodes well. [ he remarks to no one in particular before taking a breath and properly acknowledging that he isn't alone.
he's seen them around, but they seem to be stuck on the light thing, meaning they're likely not magicians. he's already used something like this several times to remember the warmth of the sun, but they've only been concoctions of his memories and whatever he can manage while lucid dreaming. if this is a memory, it's certainly not his. ]
Ssso. I'm guessing neither of you is doing this? Since this-- [ he trails off, his gaze skimming the horizon. ] Wait, is this Beacon?
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This bodes well. [ he remarks to no one in particular before taking a breath and properly acknowledging that he isn't alone.
he's seen them around, but they seem to be stuck on the light thing, meaning they're likely not magicians. he's already used something like this several times to remember the warmth of the sun, but they've only been concoctions of his memories and whatever he can manage while lucid dreaming. if this is a memory, it's certainly not his. ]
Ssso. I'm guessing neither of you is doing this? Since this-- [ he trails off, his gaze skimming the horizon. ] Wait, is this Beacon?