lunaecalamitas | thousand dreams, lotus boats upon the waters

thousand dreams, lotus boats upon the waters

NEW MOON ADAGIO

Between the constant requests from the North and the sense of tension that pervades the manor, Sage Tatara makes an executive decision: we're going North, baby.

Of all the things that have happened thus far, let this be the ultimate test of your magic. Even as we near summer, it's frigid. Protect yourselves and your allies from the cold. Protect yourselves while also fighting off monsters (or other territorial wizards, should you make the terrible mistake of wandering into another's territory), flying through the vast wilderness, or protecting the poor humans who need your help to survive. Time to blow off some of your steam. Just be sure to obey Tatara's one rule: don't kill each other.

One particular problem of note is in the Forest of Dreams. Without its guardian, many of these rogue monsters and dangerous predators, displaced from their normal habitats, have found their way into the forest. Many of them, however, are unable to survive against the fatal toxin, and there are plenty of animal corpses and mana stones that litter the forest. It might be best to clean these up before the forest guardian returns...

That said, the toxin is yet another thing you must protect yourself against in addition to the cold. While you can likely keep yourself from dying from the toxins, you may not be immune to its effects. This deadly toxin causes anyone who breathes it in to dream and hallucinate vividly, be it images of the past, imagined futures, thoughts of the present processed and warped...

Strangely enough, those nearby may end up sharing in your dreams... Did you want the darkest recesses of your thoughts, hopes, and fears unearthed for others to see?

Those who decide to venture far past the more populated (in relative terms) parts of the North may find themselves stumbling upon what looks to be an abandoned bandit hideout. It seems it's been abandoned for quite a while—nothing to loot here, sorry!—but there sure are a whole lot of monsters that have decided to make this hidden corner of the North their home.

While you're at it, you may find a nearby cave. Beautiful crystals dot the walls and the floors, and there are small pools of hot spring water free for relaxing. It seems to be relatively free of monsters, too. So maybe this wouldn't be a bad spot to relax, away from everything else?

However, there's one thing that makes this cave truly unique, and it isn't the vistas or the springs—it's the bats. These bats hear echoes of the past and replay them for visitors. Should you stay a while and listen, a bat may pay you a visit. And when it does, it may play for you the voices from the memories of visitors past, whose stories may hold a clue or two to your circumstances...

While the Forest of Dreams is a memory/dreamshare free for all, the aural memories replayed by the bats in the Cave of Time will come from one of the original wizards only. If you'd like an audio replay of a perhaps significant moment either in their personal life or a clue as to what happened to them (it will be randomized), then please reply to this comment!

JOB BOARD

Clean-up and repairs. While thanks to the hard work of your Eastern friends the worst was prevented, the City of Rain emerged from their short ordeal a little worse for wear.

Buildings need repair, blood needs to be cleaned off the streets, the injured need help. This is, perhaps, the only time you will be allowed to use magic openly in the city (you've been given permits and everything!), but you still are not allowed to talk outside of designated zones. Please, please don't get arrested...

As for the scrap that litters the streets? Unfortunately, you'll have to take it back to the scrapyard. But this time, there's a big, roaring bonfire out there. Just chuck all the scrap and debris in the fire. The city isn't taking any second chances—extreme situations call for extreme measures.

Reverence. Several Northern villages are currently outside the protection of a wizard, and have requested the sage's wizards' presence. They're terrified of the monsters and worried the barriers for their villages will fail sooner than later. They don't simply ask for help for free, however, and these smaller villages are steeped in their tradition—they'll pay you their respects, praying to you, offering you gifts, groveling at your feet, in hopes for a modicum of your time and protection. Do their offerings please you? Then assist them with what you deem appropriate for their worship to you: kill a few monsters for them, or a lot if you're pleased. Strengthen the barrier a lot, or not at all if you're displeased. It's up to you! You have the power here. What's it like to be a god for a day?

Ladies' night. The monthly lady officers' gathering is coming up in the City of Affluence—it's an exclusive meetup for the women involved in and related to Western military and bureaucratic affairs. Anyone is welcome, so long as they meet two requirements: they are outwardly presenting feminine, and they have an invitation to the gathering. Here's your chance to flex your transformation and glamour spells! Infiltrate the meetup with a disguise and a fake invitation, mingle, enjoy the drinks, the jazz, the entertainment, and find out what you can... What's the Western army up to? Be careful, though—don't get caught and kicked out!

The attendees seem to be excited about the new phantasmagoria technology and the upcoming display, and many whisper about the upcoming Venator meteor shower...

G'RAHA TASKS

Greetings, new friends! I am G'raha Tia, and while I hesitate to call myself a mentor or a replacement for the one you had, I am eternally grateful for the assistance I received and will do my best to help your cause in any way I can. To that end, I feel I may need to be caught up to speed on the events and get to know all of you.

We can have some tea and sandwiches and have a discussion! That's the best way to learn, sometimes.

TATARA ACTIVITIES

Even if we're not here for very long, I think we should leave our mark (not literally! Don't paint on the walls!). I got paint and big paper in the dining hall, but no brushes... Do you know what that means? Finger paint! Finger paint a portrait of yourself with your name and I'll hang it up in the library when they're all done!

Thanks to Cid and Khun, my camcorder works now. The thing is, what's the point of filming anything if we have no way to watch the film?! Could you guys work together to make some kind of projector? Or like...VHS player? We could have a movie night together!

OOC NOTES

🌙 Welcome to your fourth event! It's your dreamshare and memshare event! Ready to open up with your deepest and darkest secrets?
🌙 We're halfway through the game. How do you feel?
🌙 Back at the manor, Kurapika and Maya have set up a bulletin board! Leave comments, argue with your neighbors, have fun. Be nice. Don't set it on fire.
🌙 On the admin side of things, Lav has swapped out Wanderer for G'raha! Please say hello to your new mentor NPC.
🌙 Your OOC plotting post is here! Remember to keep all wider plotting to the post, and remember to check back frequently, since not everyone checks plurk or discord all the time.
🌙 The next country to go on their mission is North. Do you think a PVP-enabled mission will go well?

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(( Reply to this for a memory from the original wizards! Memories given will be randomized. ))

[ Wherever you may be on this fine moonlit evening, you hear an indistinct whisper on the wind. The petals on the breeze caress your cheek and bid you turn your head. Look, look, they seem to urge.

Should you look, you'll find yourself standing in a clearing in the middle of the forest, bathed in the pale light of the moon. Before you among the grasses bloom beautiful white flowers in a perfect circle. How tempting it is to step inside... ]

(( Happy full moon, everyone! This is your second chance at a hint towards your pair! If you're still struggling to figure out who your pair might be, then this is your opportunity to learn more. ))

In the North (Memory Share, cws: implications of eye damage, needles, surgeries, and terminal illness/injury)

[Ahito can be found picking up mana stones as he comes across them, a ward already in place against the toxins. But unfortunately for him - he's a northern wizard, and this spell is one he's only recently learned to weave.

Perhaps that's why, despite the precautions, he freezes when he hears the sound of two children laughing in the distance.]

-?!

Clean-up and repairs

[He's still not a fan of magic, but, look - it does make things much more convenient when it comes to catching mini automatons with a magic grip, depositing them neatly into a floating, already opened sack.]

It's still annoying, but...

[A little less annoying... slightly... At least they can talk in this area?]

Reverence

[When he's first approached by a villager groveling for his favor, his reaction is a look of surprise quickly followed by a strained smile, a touch too bright to be real.]

The barrier? ...Sure, should be easy.

[It's... definitely a "path of least resistance to get out asap" kind of situation, but despite his best efforts that just gets the villager to glom onto him even more.

Help.]

Ladies' night

[There's a silvery-haired girl nursing a (nonalcoholic) drink as she stands near the edge of conversations, gaze distant - but listening in, for those who look sharply enough.

...Or at least, that was the plan until she was accosted by two very chattery older women who saw a young girl who clearly was too shy to make any friends and decided to take it upon themselves to fix this. Those give-away cyan eyes blink in surprise.]

Huh? Oh, uh...

[Help.]

Wildcard

[Hit me up on my plotting post and we can figure out something else!]

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[ Hit me up and let me suffer as someone canon familiar- ]

tea party;
[True to his word, G’raha gets around to making tea. It… takes a bit to figure out what, exactly, in the kitchen constitutes as tea, so its entirely possible to run into him in the kitchen itself, rummaging through the pantry and ice box. And climbing on the shelves because he’s too short to reach anything on the tall shelves…

He had a bright, friendly smile on his face once his little tea party has start, tail swaying from side to side in a way that belies any nerves or anxiety he might be feeling..]

Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am G’raha Tia, of the Students of Baldesion. Please, sit.

[He made snacks! He can’t eat them all himself…]

magic practice;
[For much of the week, when G’raha isn’t reading or bothering people to get to know more of everything, he spends his time practicing magic. Learning an entirely new way to use magic is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and it’s one that he doesn’t want to waste—especially with the daunting task ahead of them.

It’s a concept that comes to him easily, at least, able to wrap his mind around the concept of emotions and feelings dictating magic. Something about teaching an old cat new tricks. Anyways, come bother him or offer him some tips and tricks!]

ladies’ day
[Well, sort of. G’raha isn’t so sure about this… infiltration missions. He has little qualms with the idea of changing his gender, as his pride and sense of self aren’t so flimsy as to feel like a change made willingly is all of that big of a deal. With all the things that have happened to his body over his life and the legacy he carries, becoming a woman isn’t that bad. It could be so much worse, even if he’s not yet adept enough to fully dismiss his ears and tail. (Also, it just… feels strange, like his balance is all off, and his hearing feels so muffled...)

Still, it makes him stand out, which is why a red-haired catgirl can be found frowning at a wardrobe, a hand to her chin in deep contemplation.]

I don’t think I can pull this off…

[G’raha sags, ears drooping. This could be the start of an interesting adventure, a thrilling moment of espionage, but… There’s no way people won’t have questions, right? Maybe fighting monsters is a better idea, G’raha’s done a lot of that, but this that’s what makes this such an interesting challenge...]

wildcard, other jobs, et cetera;
[Come at me with whatever you want! You know how it goes. If you want a memory or something specific, hit up my plotting post and I can work on something for us!]

[I will be replying to this with ✨custom memory starters✨ as I get to them, so if we've made plans please wait warmly!]

north country prep

[Upon learning that they're going up North, Ithaqua stops being idle. He's well aware that most people in the manor cannot handle the cold the way he does-- though, in reality, just about no one can unless they're specifically a creature of frigid lands like himself-- and it would not do for any of these soft, untempered people to just fall apart. Or trip into a snowbank and freeze.

He puts a hand out to stop whoever is passing him by in the manor-- priority goes to whoever he noticed was doing just fine at the beach-- and tilts his head at them like a bird.}

Are you comfortable in the cold?

[It's a genuine question! Surprisingly, from Ithaqua.]

reverence

[Even with the mask on, it's quite easy to tell from Ithaqua's body language that he's completely uncomfortable with the villagers' reverence-- he turns his head awy from them often when they speak to him, and tugs his hood down. When he and his companion for this mission finally leave town to get to work, he visibly relaxes from head to toe.

Then scratches at the back of his neck, making the ears on his hood wriggle uncontrollably. And keeps scratching. Good thing he's covered up or else he'd be hurting himself.

But honestly, he's so damn uncomfortable with them.]

the abominable snowman and his snowminis

[What else is there to do in a country full of snow other than games? Fun? Mission what?? Who cares!

There are little snowmen moving across the landscape outside of the City of Ice-- how do they walk if they're just two balls of snow stacked on top of each other? They don't walk, they just awkwardly shuffle about, and slowly at that. How do they see if they're just balls of snow? Don't worry about it. What people might have to worry about however is one of those little snowmen sidling up to their leg to give it a rub... and subsequently leaving some of itself in the form of water. It's melted a little just coming into contact with someone's body heat, but doesn't seem to mind-- or the fact that a pant leg now has a little imprint in its shape.

If someone were to follow the little snowmen, they'd find that there are... actually a bunch of them, and a number are heading towards a specific place, a specific person, in fact. There's Ithaqua, sitting on a boulder and forming more little snowmen with his hands. Then he breathes life into them by lifing his mask up enough to actually breathe onto them, and watch as they roll off of his hand into the ground below.]

forest of dreams/memshare & wildcard
[ please respond to my plotting comment if you want that, or ping me on discord! will make personalized starters for anyone interested.

for everything else, bring your own prompt, hohohoh ]

[ beam me up ]

[For this little venture, Ithaqua has chosen to wear a half-mask and expose his nose and mouth for their new friend. He can't be pulling his usual mask away from his mouth to drink, after all. It is, however, coincidentally cat-eared.]

Call me Ithaqua. [Out of courtesy, Ithaqua left the stilts and axe up in his room, so he can sit down without needing to stretch his legs so far to accommodate for the added length in his legs.] You needn't stand on ceremony. We've already met before, have we not? Heheh!

[ The voice is boyish and bright, but in this instance, wracked with terrible, terrible pain.

His voice is hoarse.

"Stop this! Leave my men alone! Who—who even are you?!"

Above his ragged breathing is another voice, but only barely audible. It's smooth, a trap bathed in honey, dangerous.

"Owen—"

Before he can speak again, there's an impact, the spark and sounds of magic. Boots scrape against stone, steel clattering to the ground, and there come cries of soldiers as they take the brunt. A sound escapes his throat, half-formed at the horror of his soldiers being ripped apart.

The sound of breathing, of an elevated heartbeat. The sound of a decision being made that will change the course of his life forever.

"Gladius...Procella!"

There comes the sound of magic again, but warmer, weaker, and it is quickly drowned by the terrible rumble of a spell much more powerful, much more dangerous than his. The honeyed voice laughs low, clearly amused; but whatever this other person says is quickly lost beneath a horrible, blood-curdling scream.

He screams in pain, in horror. Oh, the horror.

"My—my eye! What did you do to my eye?!" Pain wracks his voice, his breathing, his heartbeat. The sounds echo from the bats and that hurt almost feels real.

He screams.

"Give... Give me back my eye!" ]

[ Why not? Let's gooooo. ]

[ Jing Yuan is back here too, for better or worse.

Perhaps for worse, when he so happens to stumble upon Ahito, and hearing the sound of children laughing...? ]

...Hm, we have company?

[ A pity they aren't able to shield themselves from the affects of the toxin even if they are not afflicted adversely otherwise by it, eh? ]

[ His smooth, sweet voice gives a quiet ugh, laced with barbs.

"What rumor?"

Another voice speaks, loud and animalistic, but for much too long. The way he huffs quietly in the middle suggests he's stopped listening.

"Mm. I don't care," he says with feigned indifference. Because soon after, he speaks, tone smooth and flat and much too curious. "What happened to the young knight captain?"

A moment of silence. The answer displeases him.

"Hah?"

His conversation partner speaks, on and on—his quiet huffs the only audible sign he gives of his growing disappointment—and eventually breaks into song. Other voices speak up in commentary, distracted by the lyrics and it is clear that they have too much to say about music, but he doesn't much care for this song or stories about jail time or quite literally anything else.

"Shut up. No one cares," he spits quickly, interrupting them all. He wants everyone to talk about what he wants to talk about, evident by the way he so quickly redirects the conversation. "Listen to me. If the knight captain can't be a knight captain anymore, then what will he be?"

One voice replies, and the world falls silent. There's a quiet ring in his ears—his disappointment and displeasure is immeasurable. That can't be right.

But yet another voice speaks, and the world comes to life again. The moonlight lilts in his ears and in his cold, empty heart. Whatever it said, this fills him with delight, and he chuckles bright.

He hums quietly, pleased. His tune is chipper, upbeat, smooth and melodious. There's the quiet tap of shoes on stone, in time with his own humming.

He laughs, loud and with delight.

Won't anyone look at him and his prize? ]

[time to retreat here as he tends to [redacted]]

[

Hm. Hm,,,

This sure is something to overhear. Wizards sure wizard.

...Who is he kidding, he can imagine de-eyeballing happening with Exalts. Ugh. ]

[ A sigh, in tandem. The voices are young—childish, even—but are worn with a quality only the longest-lived beings have.

"'Tis soon."

"'Tis soon, indeed."

"What will become of us, Snow?"

"You have seen all I have, White. We've no choice but to trust our newcomers."

"Perhaps it is wrong?"

"We are never wrong."

Another sigh, in tandem. This time, it is defeated.

"How strange..."

"Hm?"

"We are never wrong. Yet if this is to pass, then how is it that our other prophecies will remain unfulfilled?"

"A mystery, indeed... Those who are meant to die in the next calamity cannot die now; those who are meant to be rendered stone at the hands of another cannot be rendered so like this."

"Then we will be fine."

"Will we? Should our newcomers not do their jobs properly, then we will all perish, and we have created quite the stellar paradox."

"Oh-ho. What a sight that would be to behold."

"But it would not be a sight for us."

...

"No matter what happens, White, I am with you."

"We are one and the same."

"We are together."

"Always." ]

[ Infiltration as a lady is sure happening, isn't it?

Jing Yuan already has a bundle of clothing in her hands; she is wearing something closer to her standard issue uniform from home, though altered via magic to account for the new...assets, let us just say.

She reaches out with one free hand to lightly clap G'raha on the shoulder. Hope it's not too much of a surprise! ]

Now, what is this defeatism I'm hearing? You have barely started to pick out much of anything.

Here, how about we see what goes well with your eyes and hair...oh, and why don't you tell me your favorite colors? While there are a myriad options available to compliment one's natural appearance and accentuate their figure, it wouldn't do to exclude what you generally like, no?

[ She doesn't seem to care they're all going to be ladies and maybe she is right not to. ]

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i. CLEAN-UP & REPAIRS; (multiple prompts)

[ In the aftermath of such chaos, Jing Yuan doesn't hesitate to lend a helping hand. He is occasionally seen yawning here or there, though. Not because of him not getting rest, but even when he gets enough rest, he is still like this.

Feel free to catch him literally dozing at one point with scraps on hand.

On another time he is waving at a fellow helper, smiling. ]

Oh, hello. How are the pick-up efforts going?

[ That would be fine, except he's talking outside of a designated zone. Even for an introvert for him, this city is trouble.

He will be more than happy to run away from guards, though. ]

ii. REVERENCE;

[ Jing Yuan so happens to be coming back to a hoard of people crowding him asking for certain assistance. He is used to crowds due to being an Arbiter-General back on the Xianzhou Alliance, and being fawned over (look people have a fan club out there too), but seeing them throw themselves to their feet makes him look comfortable.

He has a gentle expression as he even kneels down to help one to their feet. ]

Please, that is unnecessary. Whatever troubles that ail you, I will do my best to assist you.

[ If he catches the eye of another, he will wave them down with a smile like come over here. There are so many to wade around it'll be easier if he has a second... ]

iii. LADIES' NIGHT; (multiple options)

[ Jing Yuan is one who is confident in his masculinity, to the point where the idea of transforming his appearance for the sake of infiltration doesn't phase him.

So, perhaps one can witness Jing Yuan wearing something close to the usual uniform while shopping, including shorts since the West is more warm anyway. She will smile at whoever has accompanied her. ]

Did you decide on what you're going to wear yet?

[ Now at the actual infiltration party, Jing Yuan has picked something very appropiate as well. ]

Hmm, what do you think of the crowd? Is this your type of scene?

[ Light-hearted jocular questions, fufu. ]

iv. WILD CARD; (multiple prompts)

[ I've got a plotting post here. If I've already plotted out a memshare with you, I definitely will just bat it back at you in the same thread rather than separate it out.

Stay tuned for a hotsprings thread in the wild (no, just kidding.) ]

Edited 2024-05-19 16:00 (UTC)

[ will go here ]

[ The reverence the people show in the midst of the village is actually more unwelcoming than not, Jing Yuan heaving a sigh once they're free and clear of it. Though, once again, he is not the type of person to be unfamiliar with the concept, it still is quite the burden to experience at all.

Anyway, the Forest of Dreams apparently has monsters that need killing, and they are to fulfill the request. So onwards we go in that direction! Surely everything will be fine. ]

Hmm. It seems we have quite a rather...enthusiastic number of villagers when it comes to our presence, don't we?

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[ "What about you, Sage? Enjoying yourself?"

Behind the sweet, gentle voice is the murmur and sounds of a joyous gathering. A party, perhaps, not so dissimilar to the ball a few weeks ago.

He gives a hum of adoration. "How cute of you," he remarks. "If you're not having enough fun, then why don't we dance?"

His tone is soft enough, his words kind and inviting enough. But beneath the surface of the mellow, sunlit stream is a frigid, relentless undercurrent.

"Don't be shy. You could be man or woman, elderly or a dog, or even the Calamity itself—I'd still hold you in this dance like I loved no one else in this world."

His voice drops low.

"And then for one, wonderful moment, we'd share in the same passionate dream."

There's a rustle of fabric, and a pause.

"Your hand, dear Sage."

There comes a hesitant response, and he is surprised.

"Why not?"

An awkward laugh, an awkward excuse.

"But I want to dance with you."

Why?

He whispers again, smiles and sunlight over a barren tundra.

"Because I want you wrapped around my little finger."

His voice cools, flat.

"The sage acts as leader of our manor. And if I want you to do exactly what I want, then wouldn't making you fall in love with me be my quickest option? I'm inviting you to love—an act that opens up your heart to those you don't trust, even to those you despise."

He speaks casually, as though he calculates the traffic through a busy city.

"So? Will you dance with me?" ]

[ Oh, hello. He must be the new guy from the task board, huh? Wonder what happened to Wanderer... At least G'raha seems nice. Yamato decides to join him for his little tea party – might as well get him up to speed! ]

Nice to meet you. I'm Yamato, no fancy titles or anything like that.

[ He might be a celebrity but ehhh. Details. He'll have a seat, though! ]

I saw that you'll need to be caught up to speed, huh? What kinds of things do you wanna know, other than important events? Need gossip on our fellow wizards?

[ He's joking about that last part....mostly.... ]

CLEANUP (EAST PROMPT)

[For those that are feeling a little too squeamish, Solomon has taken to the damages streets of the City of Rain specifically to help clean up blood. Not everyone can handle it, and he's been witness to far worse. So he'll focus on the nasty parts, on the evidence of the dead and injury, so that gentler eyes can tend to the rest.]

Watch where we drain this out. Don't let it run freely or we risk making the people sick.

GONE FISHING (MANOR + NORTH PROMPT)

[From Tuesday onward, Solomon will not be at the manor. A note will be left on his door, simply stating "Gone to see a friend! Behave, everyone. <3"

His room is locked up tight. His window is not. :-)

For those that venture out onto North missions, however, they may indeed spot Solomon here and there, outfit enchanted a brilliant white with the same cloak he'd worn the previous week. Slipping into the towns to assist with barriers, engaging in fights only to pocket the mana stones, the man never seems to stay for long before he vanishes straight back into the snow. He never takes their gifts. He only asks, in hushed voices and gentle smiles, for them to work on various things.

Keep the children away from this area. Let's work on reinforcing this building for the next storm. Count your rations, so the next wizards that visit can have a number.

If he runs into another wizard, whether out in combat or working on a mission, he'll give a hearty wave and a smile like he hasn't gone off into the wilderness. He looks a little beat up, but it could very well just be the effects of the weather. Hello, fellow wizard!]

DRIFTING DOWN TIME'S GOLDEN POOL (MEMSHARE)

[It's the same figure, cloaked in white, that can be spotted amongst the trees of the forest if one is spotted alone, skirting between the trunks and dead brush to pluck up stones and pocket them. Never putting them his mouth - not here, not yet. It's bitterly cold, and the poison sits like smoke in the air. But he still lingers like a ghost, smile distant.]

Unusually cursed, isn't it?

This forest isn't safe. Be careful.

[Memshare prompts can be found here, please let me know there or by DM or on your response title which prompt you would like, or if you would like it randomized. If you want something more mundane or a topic not on this list, let me know and I can whip something up for you!]

[ Oh, there you are, Solomon.

Jing Yuan spots the other man a mile away upon trekking into the forest. His eyes are sharp like his mind, so no figures escape his sight. Especially not distinctly familiar figures dressed in white. ]

Worry not, my companion.

I am fond of taking due caution where it is warranted and thus it is how I have made it this far, though I am ever the more grateful for your concern.

...It could stand to be warmer, however...

[ He sighs, but at least he has brought upon a version of a warming spell. Still, he is from a place where the cold is a rarity and it always sucks ass whenever he hangs around the North. ]

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thousand dreams, lotus boats upon the waters

QUESTIONS

OG WIZARD MEMORIES

THE FAIRY CIRCLE

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tea

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In the North;

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ladies’ day;

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TAILORED PROMPTS.

KHUN

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tea!

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DRIFTING DOWN TIME'S GOLDEN POOL (MEMSHARE);