Glimmer, glitter, shine...

[thecanopycrew]

| characters | Everyone!

| date/time | March 15, all day

| location | First Floor

| rating | Currently G

| summary | A flash of light, and a new adventure.


LIGHT

Warmth, love and kindness.
The Life Stream glimmers and glitters with joy, swirls of shimmering dust dancing around the ray of life.
It was time for new ones to test their wings.


One by one, new adventurers now arrive in the Tree. As one gain wings and rises to the second floor, another light brings in the next person. Soon, a steady stream of people from all kinds of worlds, times and realities come to join the others. Whether confused, angry, excited or scared, your arrival is welcomed with nothing but joy as the fireflies and glow worms descend to greet their new friends.

The Tree offers no explanation and no reason, but the truth is undeniable.

As you will soon realize, it isn't easy to be tiny.

Comments

[survivorsyndrome]

It was not Kaoru's hand it was a ghost hand or something, definitely not attached to Kaoru. Owain better not tell anyone about this, goddammit.

"I only killed one person." But even one person kind of sucked, really. Wherever Owain had come from, it had to be pretty messed up.

...God, was Owain really talking about dragons now. Was that what was going down. Kaoru looked at Owain with dead eyes, only he didn't have such great range of expression, so it was pretty hard to tell if this was any different from his usual face.

"I can't say I have."

[scionoflegend]

One person was still more than enough. The first one was the hardest, Owain thought, because you hadn't had a chance to build up any level of numbness to the sight of death and the knowledge that you'd caused it. Not that it ever got easy... but this was probably a horrible line of thought altogether and for once, Owain didn't push for details, simply nodding in understanding.

He reached out to sling his arm across Kaoru's shoulders again. Because they were totally friends now. And clearly it was going to fall to Owain to educate his new friend concerning dragons and all manner of other heroic subjects.

"Well, to start with, there are many kinds of dragons. This is no mere Manakete I'm referring to, though, but the one-and-only fell dragon Grima, evil god of darkness and despair! See, he's the counterpart to Naga. Whose Brand I bear, remember?" He tapped his arm where the Brand was. "Anyway. The saga is long and convoluted and best told in installments, but the point is that if I can take on an evil dragon god, a squirrel doesn't stand a chance!"

[survivorsyndrome]

No. They were not friends. They were never, ever friends. Stop touching him, nerd.

Kaoru voiced his displeasure by looking at Owain in mild disapproval but not actually telling him to let go for some reason. Was he going to have to keep track of all of this exposition? He sure hoped not, because it barely made sense to him and to be honest he hadn't really been listening.

"How did you take on an evil dragon god with one sword? Did you crush it under a rock?"