The Librarian is stalking through the library with his two bird eyes fluttering about him. He stops at every window that looks into his collection and mutters an eldritch incantation that mingles with the bird song that his sparrow eyes sing.
The October Hare is darting through the tall dry grass. He stops periodically to check his pocket watch before he dives down an open grave and disappears.
Helianth's wandering has led it once more to the Library, which it elects to enter again. As it does, it begins plucking books from their resting places with its roots, a different flower head reading each as it contorts its body to fit between the shelves.
You hear the flutter of bird wings before you see him. His voice announces his presence, "Hello Helianth. What has brought you to my library today? Was the Spelljammer able to suit your needs?"
He encounters a small, fluffy figure. A plump strugel with golden markings, dressed in a snazzy waistcoat and dark, pinstriped suit. He's hunched over an issue of Modern Engineer, several other magazines lying to the side, already finished. The furball has golden eyes with many pupils in ornate irises, clearly different from Felix's pink spirals. He reads by the light of a flaming construct standing behind him, one that looks to be a replica of the October Hare, actually. It is clearly still alive and active, and the flames don't harm anything around it.
The Librarian pulls at the cuffs of his tweed suit with his spidery fingers and moves over to a nearby window. He taps at it with a single slender finger and speaks without looking in your direction. "You are a strugel, yes? I've seen your sort around more often. Have you come to this Library looking for anything in particular?"
He closes the magazine. "Are there books on how to trap nightmares?" His voice is raspy and short of breath, exhausted. "Not the horses, the dreams. I'm trying to learn everything I can about them."
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He encounters a small, fluffy figure. A plump strugel with golden markings, dressed in a snazzy waistcoat and dark, pinstriped suit. He's hunched over an issue of Modern Engineer, several other magazines lying to the side, already finished. The furball has golden eyes with many pupils in ornate irises, clearly different from Felix's pink spirals. He reads by the light of a flaming construct standing behind him, one that looks to be a replica of the October Hare, actually. It is clearly still alive and active, and the flames don't harm anything around it.
The Librarian pulls at the cuffs of his tweed suit with his spidery fingers and moves over to a nearby window. He taps at it with a single slender finger and speaks without looking in your direction. "You are a strugel, yes? I've seen your sort around more often. Have you come to this Library looking for anything in particular?"
He closes the magazine. "Are there books on how to trap nightmares?" His voice is raspy and short of breath, exhausted. "Not the horses, the dreams. I'm trying to learn everything I can about them."
"Thousands," He pulls off his spectacles to reveal two empty pits where his eyes should be. "You've come to the right country. The terrors of the dream world are well documented here." He wipes the lens of his glasses on his color and then holds the glasses up to his face. Then he opens up his mouth and breathes on the lens. Instead of fogging up, the glass ripples and bulges out of the lens like a bubble that comes loose and drifts through the air slowly. "I would personally recommend Van Sisig's works. He is very comprehensible, at least for a researcher of nightmares, and covers many of the special cases as well. Sleep Paralysis Demons, the Sandman, the Sons of Somnus, Slxyxx, the Why, Far Darrig, all those sort." He then catches the bubble on the tip of his finger and stares into it.
He closes the magazine. "Are there books on how to trap nightmares?" His voice is raspy and short of breath, exhausted. "Not the horses, the dreams. I'm trying to learn everything I can about them."
"Thousands," He pulls off his spectacles to reveal two empty pits where his eyes should be. "You've come to the right country. The terrors of the dream world are well documented here." He wipes the lens of his glasses on his color and then holds the glasses up to his face. Then he opens up his mouth and breathes on the lens. Instead of fogging up, the glass ripples and bulges out of the lens like a bubble that comes loose and drifts through the air slowly. "I would personally recommend Van Sisig's works. He is very comprehensible, at least for a researcher of nightmares, and covers many of the special cases as well. Sleep Paralysis Demons, the Sandman, the Sons of Somnus, Slxyxx, the Why, Far Darrig, all those sort." He then catches the bubble on the tip of his finger and stares into it.
The strugel nods gratefully. "Thank you for the recommendations. I sensed so much disturbance, so great... that I could snap my jaws quick, swallow up a thousand faeries and daemons and phantasmagoria of all descriptions, and no one would notice a thing." The mechanical rabbit opens up its chest and pulls out a small tray with some roasted dreamstuff on it.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thousands," He pulls off his spectacles to reveal two empty pits where his eyes should be. "You've come to the right country. The terrors of the dream world are well documented here." He wipes the lens of his glasses on his color and then holds the glasses up to his face. Then he opens up his mouth and breathes on the lens. Instead of fogging up, the glass ripples and bulges out of the lens like a bubble that comes loose and drifts through the air slowly. "I would personally recommend Van Sisig's works. He is very comprehensible, at least for a researcher of nightmares, and covers many of the special cases as well. Sleep Paralysis Demons, the Sandman, the Sons of Somnus, Slxyxx, the Why, Far Darrig, all those sort." He then catches the bubble on the tip of his finger and stares into it.
The strugel nods gratefully. "Thank you for the recommendations. I sensed so much disturbance, so great... that I could snap my jaws quick, swallow up a thousand faeries and daemons and phantasmagoria of all descriptions, and no one would notice a thing." The mechanical rabbit opens up its chest and pulls out a small tray with some roasted dreamstuff on it.
"The Autumn King would. He keeps track of that sort of thing. Though I doubt he would do much about it as long as you didn't get too greedy. There is such a surplus of spirits here that I don't believe even you have the appetite to worry him." He steps back over to the window and pushes the bubble against the glass until it melds into the window, sending a ripple through the pane, "That's a remarkably accurate construct."
The strugel nods gratefully. "Thank you for the recommendations. I sensed so much disturbance, so great... that I could snap my jaws quick, swallow up a thousand faeries and daemons and phantasmagoria of all descriptions, and no one would notice a thing." The mechanical rabbit opens up its chest and pulls out a small tray with some roasted dreamstuff on it.
"The Autumn King would. He keeps track of that sort of thing. Though I doubt he would do much about it as long as you didn't get too greedy. There is such a surplus of spirits here that I don't believe even you have the appetite to worry him." He steps back over to the window and pushes the bubble against the glass until it melds into the window, sending a ripple through the pane, "That's a remarkably accurate construct."
"Thank you. It's a lot easier to make doppelgangers of machines than of people. Even complex machines like the October Hare still follow a level of logic that I can recreate out of dreamstuff. What you say about the Autumn King concerns me. I shall have to temper my appetite and feast more sustainably than usual. I've desolated entire zeitgeists in the past, and doing so here would likely result in serious reprimand."
"The Autumn King would. He keeps track of that sort of thing. Though I doubt he would do much about it as long as you didn't get too greedy. There is such a surplus of spirits here that I don't believe even you have the appetite to worry him." He steps back over to the window and pushes the bubble against the glass until it melds into the window, sending a ripple through the pane, "That's a remarkably accurate construct."
"Thank you. It's a lot easier to make doppelgangers of machines than of people. Even complex machines like the October Hare still follow a level of logic that I can recreate out of dreamstuff. What you say about the Autumn King concerns me. I shall have to temper my appetite and feast more sustainably than usual. I've desolated entire zeitgeists in the past, and doing so here would likely result in serious reprimand."
"Let me tell you a little secret." He says with a thin, constrained smile, "The Hare has a hairy heart."
He then snaps his finger and a small golden flame lights on the edge of his finger tip. "Well it would result in much more than a reprimand. He has dealt out extremely harsh punishments for less." He points the flickering flame on his finger towards the window and it rushes forward in a blast of blazing embers that dance across the window and light up the pane. His round rimmed spectacles gleam in the fire light. When the fire dies down you see that the glass is undamaged.
"Thank you. It's a lot easier to make doppelgangers of machines than of people. Even complex machines like the October Hare still follow a level of logic that I can recreate out of dreamstuff. What you say about the Autumn King concerns me. I shall have to temper my appetite and feast more sustainably than usual. I've desolated entire zeitgeists in the past, and doing so here would likely result in serious reprimand."
"Let me tell you a little secret." He says with a thin, constrained smile, "The Hare has a hairy heart."
He then snaps his finger and a small golden flame lights on the edge of his finger tip. "Well it would result in much more than a reprimand. He has dealt out extremely harsh punishments for less." He points the flickering flame on his finger towards the window and it rushes forward in a blast of blazing embers that dance across the window and light up the pane. His round rimmed spectacles gleam in the fire light. When the fire dies down you see that the glass is undamaged.
"I expect no less from a planar ruler. With such a population, allowances must be minimal. Speed and brutality are necessary for such a position. But I hope to not be on the receiving end of it. Hiding in the Dreamscape becomes boring after some time."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Let me tell you a little secret." He says with a thin, constrained smile, "The Hare has a hairy heart."
He then snaps his finger and a small golden flame lights on the edge of his finger tip. "Well it would result in much more than a reprimand. He has dealt out extremely harsh punishments for less." He points the flickering flame on his finger towards the window and it rushes forward in a blast of blazing embers that dance across the window and light up the pane. His round rimmed spectacles gleam in the fire light. When the fire dies down you see that the glass is undamaged.
"I expect no less from a planar ruler. With such a population, allowances must be minimal. Speed and brutality are necessary for such a position. But I hope to not be on the receiving end of it. Hiding in the Dreamscape becomes boring after some time."
After blowtorching the window he turns back to you. "Really? I find the place to be fascinating. Frustratingly illogical on almost every occasion but fascinating all the same."
"I expect no less from a planar ruler. With such a population, allowances must be minimal. Speed and brutality are necessary for such a position. But I hope to not be on the receiving end of it. Hiding in the Dreamscape becomes boring after some time."
After blowtorching the window he turns back to you. "Really? I find the place to be fascinating. Frustratingly illogical on almost every occasion but fascinating all the same."
"That is because of your limited understanding. I've been trapped in there for so long that I became entwined with it. I can predict it, manipulate it, force order with so much as a backward glance. It's miserable. An entire universe made of literal hopes and dreams... and I can't enjoy it anymore. Don't try and understand it. Once you recognize the patterns, it becomes as empty and cruel as the real world."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I expect no less from a planar ruler. With such a population, allowances must be minimal. Speed and brutality are necessary for such a position. But I hope to not be on the receiving end of it. Hiding in the Dreamscape becomes boring after some time."
After blowtorching the window he turns back to you. "Really? I find the place to be fascinating. Frustratingly illogical on almost every occasion but fascinating all the same."
"That is because of your limited understanding. I've been trapped in there for so long that I became entwined with it. I can predict it, manipulate it, force order with so much as a backward glance. It's miserable. An entire universe made of literal hopes and dreams... and I can't enjoy it anymore. Don't try and understand it. Once you recognize the patterns, it becomes as empty and cruel as the real world."
His face seems to harden slightly when you criticize his limited understanding and he stays silent for just a moment too long. "Hm... I'll take that into account." A small brown bird lands on his shoulder. "What did you do to become imprisoned there?"
The Librarian is stalking through the library with his two bird eyes fluttering about him. He stops at every window that looks into his collection and mutters an eldritch incantation that mingles with the bird song that his sparrow eyes sing.
The October Hare is darting through the tall dry grass. He stops periodically to check his pocket watch before he dives down an open grave and disappears.
Helianth's wandering has led it once more to the Library, which it elects to enter again. As it does, it begins plucking books from their resting places with its roots, a different flower head reading each as it contorts its body to fit between the shelves.
You hear the flutter of bird wings before you see him. His voice announces his presence, "Hello Helianth. What has brought you to my library today? Was the Spelljammer able to suit your needs?"
"Ah, hello again. Yes, the Spelljammer repair effort has been going wonderfully so far- well, except for the slight hiccup of not being able to travel this world's stars. I'm looking for books on how to transport something across realities so I can explore other, more accessible cosmoses."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"That is because of your limited understanding. I've been trapped in there for so long that I became entwined with it. I can predict it, manipulate it, force order with so much as a backward glance. It's miserable. An entire universe made of literal hopes and dreams... and I can't enjoy it anymore. Don't try and understand it. Once you recognize the patterns, it becomes as empty and cruel as the real world."
His face seems to harden slightly when you criticize his limited understanding and he stays silent for just a moment too long. "Hm... I'll take that into account." A small brown bird lands on his shoulder. "What did you do to become imprisoned there?"
"I was foolish. I wandered out into the woods to learn from nature, and I was caught by the fair folk. They used my mechanical knowledge and my dream control, and when they were done they stuck me in the Dreamscape. I don't know how long it took, but the entire place lost all its magic in my eyes. Be thankful that it still holds wonder for you. I've seen more festering evil than anyone should. Dreams of such horrible things... So I crush them, cut them, burn them, devour them."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
You hear the flutter of bird wings before you see him. His voice announces his presence, "Hello Helianth. What has brought you to my library today? Was the Spelljammer able to suit your needs?"
"Ah, hello again. Yes, the Spelljammer repair effort has been going wonderfully so far- well, except for the slight hiccup of not being able to travel this world's stars. I'm looking for books on how to transport something across realities so I can explore other, more accessible cosmoses."
"Ah yes, our world's lack of sky. The sun is really more of a summer sort of thing. Autumn lays claim to night and what is a sunless sky but an eternal night? I suppose that adds to the poetry of this place, even when the "sun" is shining it is really just another Halloween mask covering the night." He stops and reflects on this a moment before continuing, "Forgive me, you were inquiring of a book. How To Transport Something Across Realities So One Can Explore Other, More Accessible Cosmoses for Dummies is good for beginners. It's on aisle 4.395 x 10^35 B."
"That is because of your limited understanding. I've been trapped in there for so long that I became entwined with it. I can predict it, manipulate it, force order with so much as a backward glance. It's miserable. An entire universe made of literal hopes and dreams... and I can't enjoy it anymore. Don't try and understand it. Once you recognize the patterns, it becomes as empty and cruel as the real world."
His face seems to harden slightly when you criticize his limited understanding and he stays silent for just a moment too long. "Hm... I'll take that into account." A small brown bird lands on his shoulder. "What did you do to become imprisoned there?"
"I was foolish. I wandered out into the woods to learn from nature, and I was caught by the fair folk. They used my mechanical knowledge and my dream control, and when they were done they stuck me in the Dreamscape. I don't know how long it took, but the entire place lost all its magic in my eyes. Be thankful that it still holds wonder for you. I've seen more festering evil than anyone should. Dreams of such horrible things... So I crush them, cut them, burn them, devour them."
"Typical Faeries. They have an appalling disregard for the preferences of others." He removes his spectacles and the sparrow on his shoulder flits into his eye socket before he covers them up again with his glasses. "Will you be staying for the festivities tomorrow?"
"I was foolish. I wandered out into the woods to learn from nature, and I was caught by the fair folk. They used my mechanical knowledge and my dream control, and when they were done they stuck me in the Dreamscape. I don't know how long it took, but the entire place lost all its magic in my eyes. Be thankful that it still holds wonder for you. I've seen more festering evil than anyone should. Dreams of such horrible things... So I crush them, cut them, burn them, devour them."
"Typical Faeries. They have an appalling disregard for the preferences of others." He removes his spectacles and the sparrow on his shoulder flits into his eye socket before he covers them up again with his glasses. "Will you be staying for the festivities tomorrow?"
"Of course, my Lord Bibliosoph. The Autumn Country is full of wonders, and to have them put into a digestible package... how could an epicurean like me resist?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I was foolish. I wandered out into the woods to learn from nature, and I was caught by the fair folk. They used my mechanical knowledge and my dream control, and when they were done they stuck me in the Dreamscape. I don't know how long it took, but the entire place lost all its magic in my eyes. Be thankful that it still holds wonder for you. I've seen more festering evil than anyone should. Dreams of such horrible things... So I crush them, cut them, burn them, devour them."
"Typical Faeries. They have an appalling disregard for the preferences of others." He removes his spectacles and the sparrow on his shoulder flits into his eye socket before he covers them up again with his glasses. "Will you be staying for the festivities tomorrow?"
"Of course, my Lord Bibliosoph. The Autumn Country is full of wonders, and to have them put into a digestible package... how could an epicurean like me resist?"
He taps his chin in thought, "Doesn't epicureanism value the pursuit of pleasure through moderation and simplicity? Is moderation really something you value?"
He waves his hand dismissively, "Anyways, I don't believe feasting is typically a part of tomorrow's holiday. Most of the sensible ones celebrate by finding somewhere with adequate protection against explosions and flame to hunker down for the night. It's the Fifth of November, you see, the time of the gunpowder treason and plot. It has become tradition to set loose Fawke's Fire into the sky so that it won't ever be forgot."
You hear the flutter of bird wings before you see him. His voice announces his presence, "Hello Helianth. What has brought you to my library today? Was the Spelljammer able to suit your needs?"
"Ah, hello again. Yes, the Spelljammer repair effort has been going wonderfully so far- well, except for the slight hiccup of not being able to travel this world's stars. I'm looking for books on how to transport something across realities so I can explore other, more accessible cosmoses."
"Ah yes, our world's lack of sky. The sun is really more of a summer sort of thing. Autumn lays claim to night and what is a sunless sky but an eternal night? I suppose that adds to the poetry of this place, even when the "sun" is shining it is really just another Halloween mask covering the night." He stops and reflects on this a moment before continuing, "Forgive me, you were inquiring of a book. How To Transport Something Across Realities So One Can Explore Other, More Accessible Cosmoses for Dummies is good for beginners. It's on aisle 4.395 x 10^35 B."
"How oddly convenient. Thank you for your assistance." Helianth begins looking for the listed aisle to find that specific tome.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Ah yes, our world's lack of sky. The sun is really more of a summer sort of thing. Autumn lays claim to night and what is a sunless sky but an eternal night? I suppose that adds to the poetry of this place, even when the "sun" is shining it is really just another Halloween mask covering the night." He stops and reflects on this a moment before continuing, "Forgive me, you were inquiring of a book. How To Transport Something Across Realities So One Can Explore Other, More Accessible Cosmoses for Dummies is good for beginners. It's on aisle 4.395 x 10^35 B."
"How oddly convenient. Thank you for your assistance." Helianth begins looking for the listed aisle to find that specific tome.
"My pleasure." He says with a smile before he disappears through a paper thin crack between two shelves.
You make your way through the shelves getting closer to your destination, 4.395 x 10^35 Q, 4.395 x 10^35 P, 4.395 x 10^35 O...
Then you here singing drift through the shelves, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November..."
Another voice speaks along with the singing, "Do sunflowers burn?"
"Ah yes, our world's lack of sky. The sun is really more of a summer sort of thing. Autumn lays claim to night and what is a sunless sky but an eternal night? I suppose that adds to the poetry of this place, even when the "sun" is shining it is really just another Halloween mask covering the night." He stops and reflects on this a moment before continuing, "Forgive me, you were inquiring of a book. How To Transport Something Across Realities So One Can Explore Other, More Accessible Cosmoses for Dummies is good for beginners. It's on aisle 4.395 x 10^35 B."
"How oddly convenient. Thank you for your assistance." Helianth begins looking for the listed aisle to find that specific tome.
"My pleasure." He says with a smile before he disappears through a paper thin crack between two shelves.
You make your way through the shelves getting closer to your destination, 4.395 x 10^35 Q, 4.395 x 10^35 P, 4.395 x 10^35 O...
Then you here singing drift through the shelves, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November..."
Another voice speaks along with the singing, "Do sunflowers burn?"
Helianth looks around with some of its flower heads as the rest search for the book. It doesn't say anything, though.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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You hear the flutter of bird wings before you see him. His voice announces his presence, "Hello Helianth. What has brought you to my library today? Was the Spelljammer able to suit your needs?"
He closes the magazine. "Are there books on how to trap nightmares?" His voice is raspy and short of breath, exhausted. "Not the horses, the dreams. I'm trying to learn everything I can about them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thousands," He pulls off his spectacles to reveal two empty pits where his eyes should be. "You've come to the right country. The terrors of the dream world are well documented here." He wipes the lens of his glasses on his color and then holds the glasses up to his face. Then he opens up his mouth and breathes on the lens. Instead of fogging up, the glass ripples and bulges out of the lens like a bubble that comes loose and drifts through the air slowly. "I would personally recommend Van Sisig's works. He is very comprehensible, at least for a researcher of nightmares, and covers many of the special cases as well. Sleep Paralysis Demons, the Sandman, the Sons of Somnus, Slxyxx, the Why, Far Darrig, all those sort." He then catches the bubble on the tip of his finger and stares into it.
The strugel nods gratefully. "Thank you for the recommendations. I sensed so much disturbance, so great... that I could snap my jaws quick, swallow up a thousand faeries and daemons and phantasmagoria of all descriptions, and no one would notice a thing." The mechanical rabbit opens up its chest and pulls out a small tray with some roasted dreamstuff on it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The Autumn King would. He keeps track of that sort of thing. Though I doubt he would do much about it as long as you didn't get too greedy. There is such a surplus of spirits here that I don't believe even you have the appetite to worry him." He steps back over to the window and pushes the bubble against the glass until it melds into the window, sending a ripple through the pane, "That's a remarkably accurate construct."
"Thank you. It's a lot easier to make doppelgangers of machines than of people. Even complex machines like the October Hare still follow a level of logic that I can recreate out of dreamstuff. What you say about the Autumn King concerns me. I shall have to temper my appetite and feast more sustainably than usual. I've desolated entire zeitgeists in the past, and doing so here would likely result in serious reprimand."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Let me tell you a little secret." He says with a thin, constrained smile, "The Hare has a hairy heart."
He then snaps his finger and a small golden flame lights on the edge of his finger tip. "Well it would result in much more than a reprimand. He has dealt out extremely harsh punishments for less." He points the flickering flame on his finger towards the window and it rushes forward in a blast of blazing embers that dance across the window and light up the pane. His round rimmed spectacles gleam in the fire light. When the fire dies down you see that the glass is undamaged.
"I expect no less from a planar ruler. With such a population, allowances must be minimal. Speed and brutality are necessary for such a position. But I hope to not be on the receiving end of it. Hiding in the Dreamscape becomes boring after some time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
After blowtorching the window he turns back to you. "Really? I find the place to be fascinating. Frustratingly illogical on almost every occasion but fascinating all the same."
"That is because of your limited understanding. I've been trapped in there for so long that I became entwined with it. I can predict it, manipulate it, force order with so much as a backward glance. It's miserable. An entire universe made of literal hopes and dreams... and I can't enjoy it anymore. Don't try and understand it. Once you recognize the patterns, it becomes as empty and cruel as the real world."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
His face seems to harden slightly when you criticize his limited understanding and he stays silent for just a moment too long. "Hm... I'll take that into account." A small brown bird lands on his shoulder. "What did you do to become imprisoned there?"
"Ah, hello again. Yes, the Spelljammer repair effort has been going wonderfully so far- well, except for the slight hiccup of not being able to travel this world's stars. I'm looking for books on how to transport something across realities so I can explore other, more accessible cosmoses."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I was foolish. I wandered out into the woods to learn from nature, and I was caught by the fair folk. They used my mechanical knowledge and my dream control, and when they were done they stuck me in the Dreamscape. I don't know how long it took, but the entire place lost all its magic in my eyes. Be thankful that it still holds wonder for you. I've seen more festering evil than anyone should. Dreams of such horrible things... So I crush them, cut them, burn them, devour them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah yes, our world's lack of sky. The sun is really more of a summer sort of thing. Autumn lays claim to night and what is a sunless sky but an eternal night? I suppose that adds to the poetry of this place, even when the "sun" is shining it is really just another Halloween mask covering the night." He stops and reflects on this a moment before continuing, "Forgive me, you were inquiring of a book. How To Transport Something Across Realities So One Can Explore Other, More Accessible Cosmoses for Dummies is good for beginners. It's on aisle 4.395 x 10^35 B."
"Typical Faeries. They have an appalling disregard for the preferences of others." He removes his spectacles and the sparrow on his shoulder flits into his eye socket before he covers them up again with his glasses. "Will you be staying for the festivities tomorrow?"
"Of course, my Lord Bibliosoph. The Autumn Country is full of wonders, and to have them put into a digestible package... how could an epicurean like me resist?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He taps his chin in thought, "Doesn't epicureanism value the pursuit of pleasure through moderation and simplicity? Is moderation really something you value?"
He waves his hand dismissively, "Anyways, I don't believe feasting is typically a part of tomorrow's holiday. Most of the sensible ones celebrate by finding somewhere with adequate protection against explosions and flame to hunker down for the night. It's the Fifth of November, you see, the time of the gunpowder treason and plot. It has become tradition to set loose Fawke's Fire into the sky so that it won't ever be forgot."
"How oddly convenient. Thank you for your assistance." Helianth begins looking for the listed aisle to find that specific tome.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"My pleasure." He says with a smile before he disappears through a paper thin crack between two shelves.
You make your way through the shelves getting closer to your destination, 4.395 x 10^35 Q, 4.395 x 10^35 P, 4.395 x 10^35 O...
Then you here singing drift through the shelves, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November..."
Another voice speaks along with the singing, "Do sunflowers burn?"
Helianth looks around with some of its flower heads as the rest search for the book. It doesn't say anything, though.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)