Natural regeneration (Jaela, day 87)

[Corwin]

Let's follow the pretty girl

[Anastasia]

You begin to wander. As you do, you yawn. Hm. You're getting...sleepy? Just a little tired, as if you could use a nap.

Mirima's eyes widen as she murmurs, "Do you hear that?"

[Corwin]

"Hear what?" Jaela asks with another yawn.

[Anastasia]

It's far away, but you believe you can hear the sound of a lyre. Even from this distance, it is a beautiful sound.

"The music," Mirima says, pointing ahead. "It's coming from that way, I think."

[Corwin]

"Sounds like a lullaby," Jaela muses. "Let's follow it."

[Anastasia]

Listen check real quick.

[Corwin]

dont suppose a kind sould can roll for me

[Nephrite]

If I'm not mistaken...

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+12 : 16 + 12, total 28[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

You listen and slowly follow. It's not too hard, the song leads you down paths and deeper into the garden.

It's a reverie.

You begin to feel dreamy as you go, sleepy. Reality starts to ripple, shimmering around you as the unreality of dreams wars with the reality around you.

[Corwin]

"Perhaps... a nap...." Jaela murmurs, not fighting the pull from the realm of dreams.

[Anastasia]

Mirima walks with you, silent. She does not slow - nor do you, much. You're tired and you sleep while walking, reality blurring.

The lyre's music is the most beautiful thing you have ever heard. Is joined by a voice singing in Celestial - the Words of Creation, you know, as surely as your own name.

Yet you feel pulled on, towards that. A shimmer, a shine.

Ahead you can see a vast lake, far too big for the garden to hold, yet it is there. A covered pavilion lies ahead, from where the music comes.

[Corwin]

Jaela follows the mesmerizing sounds!

[Anastasia]

Brief pause that should be done by the time you get on in the morning, since I need to get Afina's room to a certain place first.

[Anastasia]

You enter into the pavilion.

The two figures are blurry, indistinct. You can barely see them as they fade away, the music ceasing.

Yet you feel pulled along to somewhere, ahead. She is waiting for you. She is calling you.

[Corwin]

"Just a little further," Jaela murmurs as she follows her intuition.