Choo Choo~!

The ice statue of the elemental remained where it had last been left: near the shores of an island far north of the Tower of Frozen Waves. Where she still remains in a dreamless sleep, facing where the moon would rise every night. Honestly it would have been a LOT harder to find if not for the fact there were some spikes of ice that led towards said island… the perks of having your hair as part of the ocean I guess.

@wideworldearthbread

“I have,” she removed the sword charm from the necklace, watching as it turned into Sea Fairy’s sword, “I have your sword! So… sorry I didn’t know sooner, eheh…”

She fidgeted slightly on her staff, "I... well, I already had your sword, and I like you -- a normal amount, obviously -- so... I... wanted to help. So. I did. Help you."

“Some… dreamer had it. I don’t know how they managed to smuggle it into the World of Dreams physically, but… they gave it to me. Said it was…. A gift. From you.”

Moonlight resisted the urge to stuff her hands in her pockets; for one, she’d fall off her staff, and for another, she wasn’t nervous. Definitely.

She couldn’t help but smile, “Good to see you, too… sorry, it’s been… busy.”

The sheep's eyes traced Sea Fairy's face.

I'm so unbelievably in love with you. I wonder if... well. Now's not the time to ask such silly questions.

"That's... nice."

Do you look at the moon and think of me?

"I've been... just keeping up with the dreamers! And my conductors! Well. Conductor, now that..."

...had she really forgotten about Milky Way in the joy of seeing Sea Fairy again? Wizards, Moonlight. Get your act together.

Moonlight did not want to keep sulking about Milky Way. Alas.

Shifting forward on her staff, Moonlight let her head fall forward, chin resting atop the ocean cookie's head.

"Y'know," she mumbled, "Your hair isn't ever wet. Jus' feels all smooth..."

"Amazin`. That's... you."

She pulled away, only to wrap her arms around her sea star's neck and rest her head there instead, mindful on the sheep horns she had yet to glamour away once more.

The Sea curves the water into more of a half dome, so she can still see the stars and the moon, then laid down and snuggles against the Moon.

"...Stay with me tonigh', will you? In the mornin', we can... worry. I'd like... I'd like one more night. Before ev'rythin' implodes."

Moonlight tangled her fingers with the sea's, lifting them and pressing a small kiss to the back of her hand, barely suppressing a grin as she did so, eyes still closed.

The moon has never stayed with her this long during the night,. Yeah they met up in the world of dreams but… this was different. Did she… no it can’t be right..?

*… of course it had to turn into nightmares. of COURSE it did. the smell of burnt jam and dough, the heat of the flames that burned his spire, the laughing of the witches at their banquet, the pain of silver forks piercing through his dough and pinning him to the ground..*

*gee, it would be pretty awkward if there was just. some guy in a nightmare realm who just so happened to get access to these /silly*

@master-of-shadows-and-puppets

A bird with lavender wings perched on a ledge made from nothing but darkness as he peered at the not-floor of his cage. There were far more bubbles than usual.

He had been expecting to run into the Silent Salt he had gotten out of his bubble, though Milk Ice didn't exactly know if the knight would be transported back to it every night. A thought exercise for another time. More pressing was the fact that he couldn't take three steps along his usual route without passing through yet another nightmare.

What the hell was the World of Dreams doing?!? Sure, he liked peeking in on cookies' nightmares, but not this often!

With a sigh, the avian allowed the darkness holding him to dissipate, sending him into a spiraling free-fall before he snapped his wings open and glided just above the little pockets of darkness. His fingers skimmed along the tops of a few of them.

Most held fear, though others carried undercurrents of longing, loss... other... emotions. A particularly sharp twinge of annoyance caught his attention, though.

It was half-buried by fear, but he had nothing better to do. Milk Ice dipped into the nightmare....

....and nearly crashed into a tree root.

As it was, he had to twist hard to the left to avoid it, which was not fun.

"You'd think," he muttered to himself, "That I'd get a nicer entrance point."

But as he looked around, he realized why, exactly, the tree root had been in his way. Roots, plural? They stretched across the ceiling and floor of the nightmare, making a circular room that was a touch too claustrophobic for his tastes. There was... no discernible exit.

As he finished his slow spin, his eyes fell on a cookie.

A Shadow Milk, no less.

Oh. Oh, hell yes. He could kill this dreamer. Make his dough crack under the weight of a fall ten times the height that--

No. He was calm. He was collected.

He was not going to kill this Shadow Milk Cookie.

*his eyes do open, however, when he senses an unknown presence. he tries to shift around to look for the source of it, though the tines pinning down his torso prevent him from moving much other than his head*

No. We can't crumble a dreamer.

Instead, the avian twirled away so he didn't have to look at Shadow Milk as he replied.

bit of advice for you, try STAYING INVISIBLE if you DON’T WANT TO BE SEEN

Wow. Even he could tell his voice was dripping with malice. Great job, Milk Ice. You're doing so well!!

*he glares up at him*

He folded his arms behind his head, turning to look at the other cookies in the tree. Their faces were blurry, nothing more than vague shapes looking past him when he peered through the bars of their prison.

Content with what he found, Milk Ice returned to the Shadow Milk, now standing much closer than before since he had already been spotted.

*… okay apparently he’s feeling RATHER VICIOUS at the moment. definitely not a good idea to give him anything that could be used to stab.*

"No, smart guy -- you're a playwright! An actor!! You'd be leagues more interesting to release into the darkness than your knight friend or that stuck-up cream cookie who puts way too much pressure on himself."

At the threats of violence, his face split open in a grin, "Oh? You want to harm me? Tsk, tsk, my little Shadow Milk, patience is a virtue!~ Though I suppose you're not a version that would know that."

With a twirl, he booped the Beast, then grabbed his arm and yanked. For a split second, Milk Ice considered letting him go through the novel experience of getting cracked in two, but ultimately decided against it and willed the darkness making up the fork the other cookie was pinned under to dissolve.

… hm. i do think there was SOME talk of making a Virtue of Patience. never ended up happening though. so OBVIOUSLY it isn’t!

*he hisses at the other for touching him and tries to lunge to bite. but the fork prevents such movement, and he goes completely still once he notices he’s being released from it*

yeah yeah i got the freedom to look at this horrid tree and an even more horrid bird out here

quit messing around with my mind, you feathered menace, i can change it myself

This was entirely false, considering he hadn't been part of a society for the better part of a decade. Lying point-blank to the Beast of Deceit? Wouldn't get him killed, at the very least. Not much could kill him, but having to pretend to die so people stopped trying to set him on fire got old after the second time it happened.

Just to piss him off, Milk Ice summoned his usual armchair and tea set, content to let them float aimlessly in Shadow Milk's mimicry of his Other-Realm. He poured himself a cup and slowly began sipping it, content to float here for the rest of the night.

as am i~!

*both telling obvious lies. buuuut he won’t call out Milk Ice unless he tries to point out his lie..*

*the only visible sign he MIGHT be a bit annoyed at his “guest” unexpectedly creating a random bit of furniture in a realm of his own making without asking permission first, is that the feathers on his back fluff up. but he decides to just ignore that for now and just. lays down on the ground that isn’t there*

ehehehehehe, are you saying you’re trapped here~?

*he smiles back*

He tilted his head to the side, slight smile on his face more unnerving than the laughter had been, “Oh, little Shadow Milk. Then why don’t you know who I am?”

There were certain… rules, to his continued existence. Rules that he did not feel like outlining at the moment, but the most relevant of which would have prevented any Fount from ever knowing about him, regardless of any infinite knowledge they could or would have.

He was a blind spot in the Universe, position dictated by Fate and the darkness he used to be.

“Face it, smart guy. You’re drawing a blank on anything I could be. Sure, you see me as someone with lavender wings and far too little respect for your imaginary authority, but you haven’t the faintest clue as to what my purpose in the world is.

*… of course it had to turn into nightmares. of COURSE it did. the smell of burnt jam and dough, the heat of the flames that burned his spire, the laughing of the witches at their banquet, the pain of silver forks piercing through his dough and pinning him to the ground..*

*gee, it would be pretty awkward if there was just. some guy in a nightmare realm who just so happened to get access to these /silly*

@master-of-shadows-and-puppets

A bird with lavender wings perched on a ledge made from nothing but darkness as he peered at the not-floor of his cage. There were far more bubbles than usual.

He had been expecting to run into the Silent Salt he had gotten out of his bubble, though Milk Ice didn't exactly know if the knight would be transported back to it every night. A thought exercise for another time. More pressing was the fact that he couldn't take three steps along his usual route without passing through yet another nightmare.

What the hell was the World of Dreams doing?!? Sure, he liked peeking in on cookies' nightmares, but not this often!

With a sigh, the avian allowed the darkness holding him to dissipate, sending him into a spiraling free-fall before he snapped his wings open and glided just above the little pockets of darkness. His fingers skimmed along the tops of a few of them.

Most held fear, though others carried undercurrents of longing, loss... other... emotions. A particularly sharp twinge of annoyance caught his attention, though.

It was half-buried by fear, but he had nothing better to do. Milk Ice dipped into the nightmare....

....and nearly crashed into a tree root.

As it was, he had to twist hard to the left to avoid it, which was not fun.

"You'd think," he muttered to himself, "That I'd get a nicer entrance point."

But as he looked around, he realized why, exactly, the tree root had been in his way. Roots, plural? They stretched across the ceiling and floor of the nightmare, making a circular room that was a touch too claustrophobic for his tastes. There was... no discernible exit.

As he finished his slow spin, his eyes fell on a cookie.

A Shadow Milk, no less.

Oh. Oh, hell yes. He could kill this dreamer. Make his dough crack under the weight of a fall ten times the height that--

No. He was calm. He was collected.

He was not going to kill this Shadow Milk Cookie.

*his eyes do open, however, when he senses an unknown presence. he tries to shift around to look for the source of it, though the tines pinning down his torso prevent him from moving much other than his head*

No. We can't crumble a dreamer.

Instead, the avian twirled away so he didn't have to look at Shadow Milk as he replied.

bit of advice for you, try STAYING INVISIBLE if you DON’T WANT TO BE SEEN

Wow. Even he could tell his voice was dripping with malice. Great job, Milk Ice. You're doing so well!!

*he glares up at him*

He folded his arms behind his head, turning to look at the other cookies in the tree. Their faces were blurry, nothing more than vague shapes looking past him when he peered through the bars of their prison.

Content with what he found, Milk Ice returned to the Shadow Milk, now standing much closer than before since he had already been spotted.

*… okay apparently he’s feeling RATHER VICIOUS at the moment. definitely not a good idea to give him anything that could be used to stab.*

"No, smart guy -- you're a playwright! An actor!! You'd be leagues more interesting to release into the darkness than your knight friend or that stuck-up cream cookie who puts way too much pressure on himself."

At the threats of violence, his face split open in a grin, "Oh? You want to harm me? Tsk, tsk, my little Shadow Milk, patience is a virtue!~ Though I suppose you're not a version that would know that."

With a twirl, he booped the Beast, then grabbed his arm and yanked. For a split second, Milk Ice considered letting him go through the novel experience of getting cracked in two, but ultimately decided against it and willed the darkness making up the fork the other cookie was pinned under to dissolve.

… hm. i do think there was SOME talk of making a Virtue of Patience. never ended up happening though. so OBVIOUSLY it isn’t!

*he hisses at the other for touching him and tries to lunge to bite. but the fork prevents such movement, and he goes completely still once he notices he’s being released from it*

yeah yeah i got the freedom to look at this horrid tree and an even more horrid bird out here

quit messing around with my mind, you feathered menace, i can change it myself

This was entirely false, considering he hadn't been part of a society for the better part of a decade. Lying point-blank to the Beast of Deceit? Wouldn't get him killed, at the very least. Not much could kill him, but having to pretend to die so people stopped trying to set him on fire got old after the second time it happened.

Just to piss him off, Milk Ice summoned his usual armchair and tea set, content to let them float aimlessly in Shadow Milk's mimicry of his Other-Realm. He poured himself a cup and slowly began sipping it, content to float here for the rest of the night.

as am i~!

*both telling obvious lies. buuuut he won’t call out Milk Ice unless he tries to point out his lie..*

*the only visible sign he MIGHT be a bit annoyed at his “guest” unexpectedly creating a random bit of furniture in a realm of his own making without asking permission first, is that the feathers on his back fluff up. but he decides to just ignore that for now and just. lays down on the ground that isn’t there*

ehehehehehe, are you saying you’re trapped here~?

*… of course it had to turn into nightmares. of COURSE it did. the smell of burnt jam and dough, the heat of the flames that burned his spire, the laughing of the witches at their banquet, the pain of silver forks piercing through his dough and pinning him to the ground..*

*gee, it would be pretty awkward if there was just. some guy in a nightmare realm who just so happened to get access to these /silly*

@master-of-shadows-and-puppets

A bird with lavender wings perched on a ledge made from nothing but darkness as he peered at the not-floor of his cage. There were far more bubbles than usual.

He had been expecting to run into the Silent Salt he had gotten out of his bubble, though Milk Ice didn't exactly know if the knight would be transported back to it every night. A thought exercise for another time. More pressing was the fact that he couldn't take three steps along his usual route without passing through yet another nightmare.

What the hell was the World of Dreams doing?!? Sure, he liked peeking in on cookies' nightmares, but not this often!

With a sigh, the avian allowed the darkness holding him to dissipate, sending him into a spiraling free-fall before he snapped his wings open and glided just above the little pockets of darkness. His fingers skimmed along the tops of a few of them.

Most held fear, though others carried undercurrents of longing, loss... other... emotions. A particularly sharp twinge of annoyance caught his attention, though.

It was half-buried by fear, but he had nothing better to do. Milk Ice dipped into the nightmare....

....and nearly crashed into a tree root.

As it was, he had to twist hard to the left to avoid it, which was not fun.

"You'd think," he muttered to himself, "That I'd get a nicer entrance point."

But as he looked around, he realized why, exactly, the tree root had been in his way. Roots, plural? They stretched across the ceiling and floor of the nightmare, making a circular room that was a touch too claustrophobic for his tastes. There was... no discernible exit.

As he finished his slow spin, his eyes fell on a cookie.

A Shadow Milk, no less.

Oh. Oh, hell yes. He could kill this dreamer. Make his dough crack under the weight of a fall ten times the height that--

No. He was calm. He was collected.

He was not going to kill this Shadow Milk Cookie.

*his eyes do open, however, when he senses an unknown presence. he tries to shift around to look for the source of it, though the tines pinning down his torso prevent him from moving much other than his head*

No. We can't crumble a dreamer.

Instead, the avian twirled away so he didn't have to look at Shadow Milk as he replied.

bit of advice for you, try STAYING INVISIBLE if you DON’T WANT TO BE SEEN

Wow. Even he could tell his voice was dripping with malice. Great job, Milk Ice. You're doing so well!!

*he glares up at him*

He folded his arms behind his head, turning to look at the other cookies in the tree. Their faces were blurry, nothing more than vague shapes looking past him when he peered through the bars of their prison.

Content with what he found, Milk Ice returned to the Shadow Milk, now standing much closer than before since he had already been spotted.

*… okay apparently he’s feeling RATHER VICIOUS at the moment. definitely not a good idea to give him anything that could be used to stab.*

"No, smart guy -- you're a playwright! An actor!! You'd be leagues more interesting to release into the darkness than your knight friend or that stuck-up cream cookie who puts way too much pressure on himself."

At the threats of violence, his face split open in a grin, "Oh? You want to harm me? Tsk, tsk, my little Shadow Milk, patience is a virtue!~ Though I suppose you're not a version that would know that."

With a twirl, he booped the Beast, then grabbed his arm and yanked. For a split second, Milk Ice considered letting him go through the novel experience of getting cracked in two, but ultimately decided against it and willed the darkness making up the fork the other cookie was pinned under to dissolve.

… hm. i do think there was SOME talk of making a Virtue of Patience. never ended up happening though. so OBVIOUSLY it isn’t!

*he hisses at the other for touching him and tries to lunge to bite. but the fork prevents such movement, and he goes completely still once he notices he’s being released from it*

yeah yeah i got the freedom to look at this horrid tree and an even more horrid bird out here

quit messing around with my mind, you feathered menace, i can change it myself

This was entirely false, considering he hadn't been part of a society for the better part of a decade. Lying point-blank to the Beast of Deceit? Wouldn't get him killed, at the very least. Not much could kill him, but having to pretend to die so people stopped trying to set him on fire got old after the second time it happened.

Just to piss him off, Milk Ice summoned his usual armchair and tea set, content to let them float aimlessly in Shadow Milk's mimicry of his Other-Realm. He poured himself a cup and slowly began sipping it, content to float here for the rest of the night.

The ice statue of the elemental remained where it had last been left: near the shores of an island far north of the Tower of Frozen Waves. Where she still remains in a dreamless sleep, facing where the moon would rise every night. Honestly it would have been a LOT harder to find if not for the fact there were some spikes of ice that led towards said island… the perks of having your hair as part of the ocean I guess.

@wideworldearthbread

“I have,” she removed the sword charm from the necklace, watching as it turned into Sea Fairy’s sword, “I have your sword! So… sorry I didn’t know sooner, eheh…”

She fidgeted slightly on her staff, "I... well, I already had your sword, and I like you -- a normal amount, obviously -- so... I... wanted to help. So. I did. Help you."

“Some… dreamer had it. I don’t know how they managed to smuggle it into the World of Dreams physically, but… they gave it to me. Said it was…. A gift. From you.”

Moonlight resisted the urge to stuff her hands in her pockets; for one, she’d fall off her staff, and for another, she wasn’t nervous. Definitely.

She couldn’t help but smile, “Good to see you, too… sorry, it’s been… busy.”

The sheep's eyes traced Sea Fairy's face.

I'm so unbelievably in love with you. I wonder if... well. Now's not the time to ask such silly questions.

"That's... nice."

Do you look at the moon and think of me?

"I've been... just keeping up with the dreamers! And my conductors! Well. Conductor, now that..."

...had she really forgotten about Milky Way in the joy of seeing Sea Fairy again? Wizards, Moonlight. Get your act together.

Moonlight did not want to keep sulking about Milky Way. Alas.

Shifting forward on her staff, Moonlight let her head fall forward, chin resting atop the ocean cookie's head.

"Y'know," she mumbled, "Your hair isn't ever wet. Jus' feels all smooth..."

"Amazin`. That's... you."

She pulled away, only to wrap her arms around her sea star's neck and rest her head there instead, mindful on the sheep horns she had yet to glamour away once more.

The Sea curves the water into more of a half dome, so she can still see the stars and the moon, then laid down and snuggles against the Moon.

"...Stay with me tonigh', will you? In the mornin', we can... worry. I'd like... I'd like one more night. Before ev'rythin' implodes."

Moonlight tangled her fingers with the sea's, lifting them and pressing a small kiss to the back of her hand, barely suppressing a grin as she did so, eyes still closed.

*… of course it had to turn into nightmares. of COURSE it did. the smell of burnt jam and dough, the heat of the flames that burned his spire, the laughing of the witches at their banquet, the pain of silver forks piercing through his dough and pinning him to the ground..*

*gee, it would be pretty awkward if there was just. some guy in a nightmare realm who just so happened to get access to these /silly*

@master-of-shadows-and-puppets

A bird with lavender wings perched on a ledge made from nothing but darkness as he peered at the not-floor of his cage. There were far more bubbles than usual.

He had been expecting to run into the Silent Salt he had gotten out of his bubble, though Milk Ice didn't exactly know if the knight would be transported back to it every night. A thought exercise for another time. More pressing was the fact that he couldn't take three steps along his usual route without passing through yet another nightmare.

What the hell was the World of Dreams doing?!? Sure, he liked peeking in on cookies' nightmares, but not this often!

With a sigh, the avian allowed the darkness holding him to dissipate, sending him into a spiraling free-fall before he snapped his wings open and glided just above the little pockets of darkness. His fingers skimmed along the tops of a few of them.

Most held fear, though others carried undercurrents of longing, loss... other... emotions. A particularly sharp twinge of annoyance caught his attention, though.

It was half-buried by fear, but he had nothing better to do. Milk Ice dipped into the nightmare....

....and nearly crashed into a tree root.

As it was, he had to twist hard to the left to avoid it, which was not fun.

"You'd think," he muttered to himself, "That I'd get a nicer entrance point."

But as he looked around, he realized why, exactly, the tree root had been in his way. Roots, plural? They stretched across the ceiling and floor of the nightmare, making a circular room that was a touch too claustrophobic for his tastes. There was... no discernible exit.

As he finished his slow spin, his eyes fell on a cookie.

A Shadow Milk, no less.

Oh. Oh, hell yes. He could kill this dreamer. Make his dough crack under the weight of a fall ten times the height that--

No. He was calm. He was collected.

He was not going to kill this Shadow Milk Cookie.

*his eyes do open, however, when he senses an unknown presence. he tries to shift around to look for the source of it, though the tines pinning down his torso prevent him from moving much other than his head*

No. We can't crumble a dreamer.

Instead, the avian twirled away so he didn't have to look at Shadow Milk as he replied.

bit of advice for you, try STAYING INVISIBLE if you DON’T WANT TO BE SEEN

Wow. Even he could tell his voice was dripping with malice. Great job, Milk Ice. You're doing so well!!

*he glares up at him*

He folded his arms behind his head, turning to look at the other cookies in the tree. Their faces were blurry, nothing more than vague shapes looking past him when he peered through the bars of their prison.

Content with what he found, Milk Ice returned to the Shadow Milk, now standing much closer than before since he had already been spotted.

*… okay apparently he’s feeling RATHER VICIOUS at the moment. definitely not a good idea to give him anything that could be used to stab.*

"No, smart guy -- you're a playwright! An actor!! You'd be leagues more interesting to release into the darkness than your knight friend or that stuck-up cream cookie who puts way too much pressure on himself."

At the threats of violence, his face split open in a grin, "Oh? You want to harm me? Tsk, tsk, my little Shadow Milk, patience is a virtue!~ Though I suppose you're not a version that would know that."

With a twirl, he booped the Beast, then grabbed his arm and yanked. For a split second, Milk Ice considered letting him go through the novel experience of getting cracked in two, but ultimately decided against it and willed the darkness making up the fork the other cookie was pinned under to dissolve.

… hm. i do think there was SOME talk of making a Virtue of Patience. never ended up happening though. so OBVIOUSLY it isn’t!

*he hisses at the other for touching him and tries to lunge to bite. but the fork prevents such movement, and he goes completely still once he notices he’s being released from it*

yeah yeah i got the freedom to look at this horrid tree and an even more horrid bird out here

*… of course it had to turn into nightmares. of COURSE it did. the smell of burnt jam and dough, the heat of the flames that burned his spire, the laughing of the witches at their banquet, the pain of silver forks piercing through his dough and pinning him to the ground..*

*gee, it would be pretty awkward if there was just. some guy in a nightmare realm who just so happened to get access to these /silly*

@master-of-shadows-and-puppets

A bird with lavender wings perched on a ledge made from nothing but darkness as he peered at the not-floor of his cage. There were far more bubbles than usual.

He had been expecting to run into the Silent Salt he had gotten out of his bubble, though Milk Ice didn't exactly know if the knight would be transported back to it every night. A thought exercise for another time. More pressing was the fact that he couldn't take three steps along his usual route without passing through yet another nightmare.

What the hell was the World of Dreams doing?!? Sure, he liked peeking in on cookies' nightmares, but not this often!

With a sigh, the avian allowed the darkness holding him to dissipate, sending him into a spiraling free-fall before he snapped his wings open and glided just above the little pockets of darkness. His fingers skimmed along the tops of a few of them.

Most held fear, though others carried undercurrents of longing, loss... other... emotions. A particularly sharp twinge of annoyance caught his attention, though.

It was half-buried by fear, but he had nothing better to do. Milk Ice dipped into the nightmare....

....and nearly crashed into a tree root.

As it was, he had to twist hard to the left to avoid it, which was not fun.

"You'd think," he muttered to himself, "That I'd get a nicer entrance point."

But as he looked around, he realized why, exactly, the tree root had been in his way. Roots, plural? They stretched across the ceiling and floor of the nightmare, making a circular room that was a touch too claustrophobic for his tastes. There was... no discernible exit.

As he finished his slow spin, his eyes fell on a cookie.

A Shadow Milk, no less.

Oh. Oh, hell yes. He could kill this dreamer. Make his dough crack under the weight of a fall ten times the height that--

No. He was calm. He was collected.

He was not going to kill this Shadow Milk Cookie.

*his eyes do open, however, when he senses an unknown presence. he tries to shift around to look for the source of it, though the tines pinning down his torso prevent him from moving much other than his head*

No. We can't crumble a dreamer.

Instead, the avian twirled away so he didn't have to look at Shadow Milk as he replied.

bit of advice for you, try STAYING INVISIBLE if you DON’T WANT TO BE SEEN

Wow. Even he could tell his voice was dripping with malice. Great job, Milk Ice. You're doing so well!!

*he glares up at him*

He folded his arms behind his head, turning to look at the other cookies in the tree. Their faces were blurry, nothing more than vague shapes looking past him when he peered through the bars of their prison.

Content with what he found, Milk Ice returned to the Shadow Milk, now standing much closer than before since he had already been spotted.

*… okay apparently he’s feeling RATHER VICIOUS at the moment. definitely not a good idea to give him anything that could be used to stab.*

"No, smart guy -- you're a playwright! An actor!! You'd be leagues more interesting to release into the darkness than your knight friend or that stuck-up cream cookie who puts way too much pressure on himself."

At the threats of violence, his face split open in a grin, "Oh? You want to harm me? Tsk, tsk, my little Shadow Milk, patience is a virtue!~ Though I suppose you're not a version that would know that."

With a twirl, he booped the Beast, then grabbed his arm and yanked. For a split second, Milk Ice considered letting him go through the novel experience of getting cracked in two, but ultimately decided against it and willed the darkness making up the fork the other cookie was pinned under to dissolve.

*… of course it had to turn into nightmares. of COURSE it did. the smell of burnt jam and dough, the heat of the flames that burned his spire, the laughing of the witches at their banquet, the pain of silver forks piercing through his dough and pinning him to the ground..*

*gee, it would be pretty awkward if there was just. some guy in a nightmare realm who just so happened to get access to these /silly*

@master-of-shadows-and-puppets

A bird with lavender wings perched on a ledge made from nothing but darkness as he peered at the not-floor of his cage. There were far more bubbles than usual.

He had been expecting to run into the Silent Salt he had gotten out of his bubble, though Milk Ice didn't exactly know if the knight would be transported back to it every night. A thought exercise for another time. More pressing was the fact that he couldn't take three steps along his usual route without passing through yet another nightmare.

What the hell was the World of Dreams doing?!? Sure, he liked peeking in on cookies' nightmares, but not this often!

With a sigh, the avian allowed the darkness holding him to dissipate, sending him into a spiraling free-fall before he snapped his wings open and glided just above the little pockets of darkness. His fingers skimmed along the tops of a few of them.

Most held fear, though others carried undercurrents of longing, loss... other... emotions. A particularly sharp twinge of annoyance caught his attention, though.

It was half-buried by fear, but he had nothing better to do. Milk Ice dipped into the nightmare....

....and nearly crashed into a tree root.

As it was, he had to twist hard to the left to avoid it, which was not fun.

"You'd think," he muttered to himself, "That I'd get a nicer entrance point."

But as he looked around, he realized why, exactly, the tree root had been in his way. Roots, plural? They stretched across the ceiling and floor of the nightmare, making a circular room that was a touch too claustrophobic for his tastes. There was... no discernible exit.

As he finished his slow spin, his eyes fell on a cookie.

A Shadow Milk, no less.

Oh. Oh, hell yes. He could kill this dreamer. Make his dough crack under the weight of a fall ten times the height that--

No. He was calm. He was collected.

He was not going to kill this Shadow Milk Cookie.

*his eyes do open, however, when he senses an unknown presence. he tries to shift around to look for the source of it, though the tines pinning down his torso prevent him from moving much other than his head*

No. We can't crumble a dreamer.

Instead, the avian twirled away so he didn't have to look at Shadow Milk as he replied.

bit of advice for you, try STAYING INVISIBLE if you DON’T WANT TO BE SEEN

Wow. Even he could tell his voice was dripping with malice. Great job, Milk Ice. You're doing so well!!

*he glares up at him*

He folded his arms behind his head, turning to look at the other cookies in the tree. Their faces were blurry, nothing more than vague shapes looking past him when he peered through the bars of their prison.

Content with what he found, Milk Ice returned to the Shadow Milk, now standing much closer than before since he had already been spotted.

*… of course it had to turn into nightmares. of COURSE it did. the smell of burnt jam and dough, the heat of the flames that burned his spire, the laughing of the witches at their banquet, the pain of silver forks piercing through his dough and pinning him to the ground..*

*gee, it would be pretty awkward if there was just. some guy in a nightmare realm who just so happened to get access to these /silly*

@master-of-shadows-and-puppets

A bird with lavender wings perched on a ledge made from nothing but darkness as he peered at the not-floor of his cage. There were far more bubbles than usual.

He had been expecting to run into the Silent Salt he had gotten out of his bubble, though Milk Ice didn't exactly know if the knight would be transported back to it every night. A thought exercise for another time. More pressing was the fact that he couldn't take three steps along his usual route without passing through yet another nightmare.

What the hell was the World of Dreams doing?!? Sure, he liked peeking in on cookies' nightmares, but not this often!

With a sigh, the avian allowed the darkness holding him to dissipate, sending him into a spiraling free-fall before he snapped his wings open and glided just above the little pockets of darkness. His fingers skimmed along the tops of a few of them.

Most held fear, though others carried undercurrents of longing, loss... other... emotions. A particularly sharp twinge of annoyance caught his attention, though.

It was half-buried by fear, but he had nothing better to do. Milk Ice dipped into the nightmare....

....and nearly crashed into a tree root.

As it was, he had to twist hard to the left to avoid it, which was not fun.

"You'd think," he muttered to himself, "That I'd get a nicer entrance point."

But as he looked around, he realized why, exactly, the tree root had been in his way. Roots, plural? They stretched across the ceiling and floor of the nightmare, making a circular room that was a touch too claustrophobic for his tastes. There was... no discernible exit.

As he finished his slow spin, his eyes fell on a cookie.

A Shadow Milk, no less.

Oh. Oh, hell yes. He could kill this dreamer. Make his dough crack under the weight of a fall ten times the height that--

No. He was calm. He was collected.

He was not going to kill this Shadow Milk Cookie.

*his eyes do open, however, when he senses an unknown presence. he tries to shift around to look for the source of it, though the tines pinning down his torso prevent him from moving much other than his head*

No. We can't crumble a dreamer.

Instead, the avian twirled away so he didn't have to look at Shadow Milk as he replied.

bit of advice for you, try STAYING INVISIBLE if you DON’T WANT TO BE SEEN

Wow. Even he could tell his voice was dripping with malice. Great job, Milk Ice. You're doing so well!!

are YOU tired of being alone in your thoughts? tired of nothing but silence when you’re alone? then you need ThoughtBuddy!! the buddy that’s always in your thoughts!

Benefits of getting ThoughtBuddy may include: lack of silence, drowns out the guilt of a thousand endless screams, and NEVER feel alone EVER AGAIN!!

ThoughtBuddy not responsible for any sanity slippage or existential crises that may occur

"Fine. You should come visit me @milkstar-galaxies. I'm fun! I cause problems on purpose!! I'm a twink!! All great qualities, I'm sure."

[For fuck's sake, Milk Ice. Just because the fourth wall doesn't exist for you doesn't mean you should be so blatant about it.]

*… of course it had to turn into nightmares. of COURSE it did. the smell of burnt jam and dough, the heat of the flames that burned his spire, the laughing of the witches at their banquet, the pain of silver forks piercing through his dough and pinning him to the ground..*

*gee, it would be pretty awkward if there was just. some guy in a nightmare realm who just so happened to get access to these /silly*

@master-of-shadows-and-puppets

A bird with lavender wings perched on a ledge made from nothing but darkness as he peered at the not-floor of his cage. There were far more bubbles than usual.

He had been expecting to run into the Silent Salt he had gotten out of his bubble, though Milk Ice didn't exactly know if the knight would be transported back to it every night. A thought exercise for another time. More pressing was the fact that he couldn't take three steps along his usual route without passing through yet another nightmare.

What the hell was the World of Dreams doing?!? Sure, he liked peeking in on cookies' nightmares, but not this often!

With a sigh, the avian allowed the darkness holding him to dissipate, sending him into a spiraling free-fall before he snapped his wings open and glided just above the little pockets of darkness. His fingers skimmed along the tops of a few of them.

Most held fear, though others carried undercurrents of longing, loss... other... emotions. A particularly sharp twinge of annoyance caught his attention, though.

It was half-buried by fear, but he had nothing better to do. Milk Ice dipped into the nightmare....

....and nearly crashed into a tree root.

As it was, he had to twist hard to the left to avoid it, which was not fun.

"You'd think," he muttered to himself, "That I'd get a nicer entrance point."

But as he looked around, he realized why, exactly, the tree root had been in his way. Roots, plural? They stretched across the ceiling and floor of the nightmare, making a circular room that was a touch too claustrophobic for his tastes. There was... no discernible exit.

As he finished his slow spin, his eyes fell on a cookie.

A Shadow Milk, no less.

Oh. Oh, hell yes. He could kill this dreamer. Make his dough crack under the weight of a fall ten times the height that--

No. He was calm. He was collected.

He was not going to kill this Shadow Milk Cookie.

*his eyes do open, however, when he senses an unknown presence. he tries to shift around to look for the source of it, though the tines pinning down his torso prevent him from moving much other than his head*

No. We can't crumble a dreamer.

Instead, the avian twirled away so he didn't have to look at Shadow Milk as he replied.

The ice statue of the elemental remained where it had last been left: near the shores of an island far north of the Tower of Frozen Waves. Where she still remains in a dreamless sleep, facing where the moon would rise every night. Honestly it would have been a LOT harder to find if not for the fact there were some spikes of ice that led towards said island… the perks of having your hair as part of the ocean I guess.

@wideworldearthbread

“I have,” she removed the sword charm from the necklace, watching as it turned into Sea Fairy’s sword, “I have your sword! So… sorry I didn’t know sooner, eheh…”

She fidgeted slightly on her staff, "I... well, I already had your sword, and I like you -- a normal amount, obviously -- so... I... wanted to help. So. I did. Help you."

“Some… dreamer had it. I don’t know how they managed to smuggle it into the World of Dreams physically, but… they gave it to me. Said it was…. A gift. From you.”

Moonlight resisted the urge to stuff her hands in her pockets; for one, she’d fall off her staff, and for another, she wasn’t nervous. Definitely.

She couldn’t help but smile, “Good to see you, too… sorry, it’s been… busy.”

The sheep's eyes traced Sea Fairy's face.

I'm so unbelievably in love with you. I wonder if... well. Now's not the time to ask such silly questions.

"That's... nice."

Do you look at the moon and think of me?

"I've been... just keeping up with the dreamers! And my conductors! Well. Conductor, now that..."

...had she really forgotten about Milky Way in the joy of seeing Sea Fairy again? Wizards, Moonlight. Get your act together.

Moonlight did not want to keep sulking about Milky Way. Alas.

Shifting forward on her staff, Moonlight let her head fall forward, chin resting atop the ocean cookie's head.

"Y'know," she mumbled, "Your hair isn't ever wet. Jus' feels all smooth..."

"Amazin`. That's... you."

She pulled away, only to wrap her arms around her sea star's neck and rest her head there instead, mindful on the sheep horns she had yet to glamour away once more.

The ice statue of the elemental remained where it had last been left: near the shores of an island far north of the Tower of Frozen Waves. Where she still remains in a dreamless sleep, facing where the moon would rise every night. Honestly it would have been a LOT harder to find if not for the fact there were some spikes of ice that led towards said island… the perks of having your hair as part of the ocean I guess.

@wideworldearthbread

“I have,” she removed the sword charm from the necklace, watching as it turned into Sea Fairy’s sword, “I have your sword! So… sorry I didn’t know sooner, eheh…”

She fidgeted slightly on her staff, "I... well, I already had your sword, and I like you -- a normal amount, obviously -- so... I... wanted to help. So. I did. Help you."

“Some… dreamer had it. I don’t know how they managed to smuggle it into the World of Dreams physically, but… they gave it to me. Said it was…. A gift. From you.”

Moonlight resisted the urge to stuff her hands in her pockets; for one, she’d fall off her staff, and for another, she wasn’t nervous. Definitely.

She couldn’t help but smile, “Good to see you, too… sorry, it’s been… busy.”

The sheep's eyes traced Sea Fairy's face.

I'm so unbelievably in love with you. I wonder if... well. Now's not the time to ask such silly questions.

"That's... nice."

Do you look at the moon and think of me?

"I've been... just keeping up with the dreamers! And my conductors! Well. Conductor, now that..."

...had she really forgotten about Milky Way in the joy of seeing Sea Fairy again? Wizards, Moonlight. Get your act together.

Moonlight did not want to keep sulking about Milky Way. Alas.

Shifting forward on her staff, Moonlight let her head fall forward, chin resting atop the ocean cookie's head.

"Y'know," she mumbled, "Your hair isn't ever wet. Jus' feels all smooth..."

The ice statue of the elemental remained where it had last been left: near the shores of an island far north of the Tower of Frozen Waves. Where she still remains in a dreamless sleep, facing where the moon would rise every night. Honestly it would have been a LOT harder to find if not for the fact there were some spikes of ice that led towards said island… the perks of having your hair as part of the ocean I guess.

@wideworldearthbread

“I have,” she removed the sword charm from the necklace, watching as it turned into Sea Fairy’s sword, “I have your sword! So… sorry I didn’t know sooner, eheh…”

She fidgeted slightly on her staff, "I... well, I already had your sword, and I like you -- a normal amount, obviously -- so... I... wanted to help. So. I did. Help you."

“Some… dreamer had it. I don’t know how they managed to smuggle it into the World of Dreams physically, but… they gave it to me. Said it was…. A gift. From you.”

Moonlight resisted the urge to stuff her hands in her pockets; for one, she’d fall off her staff, and for another, she wasn’t nervous. Definitely.

She couldn’t help but smile, “Good to see you, too… sorry, it’s been… busy.”

The sheep's eyes traced Sea Fairy's face.

I'm so unbelievably in love with you. I wonder if... well. Now's not the time to ask such silly questions.

"That's... nice."

Do you look at the moon and think of me?

"I've been... just keeping up with the dreamers! And my conductors! Well. Conductor, now that..."

...had she really forgotten about Milky Way in the joy of seeing Sea Fairy again? Wizards, Moonlight. Get your act together.

Moonlight did not want to keep sulking about Milky Way. Alas.

The ice statue of the elemental remained where it had last been left: near the shores of an island far north of the Tower of Frozen Waves. Where she still remains in a dreamless sleep, facing where the moon would rise every night. Honestly it would have been a LOT harder to find if not for the fact there were some spikes of ice that led towards said island… the perks of having your hair as part of the ocean I guess.

@wideworldearthbread

“I have,” she removed the sword charm from the necklace, watching as it turned into Sea Fairy’s sword, “I have your sword! So… sorry I didn’t know sooner, eheh…”

She fidgeted slightly on her staff, "I... well, I already had your sword, and I like you -- a normal amount, obviously -- so... I... wanted to help. So. I did. Help you."

“Some… dreamer had it. I don’t know how they managed to smuggle it into the World of Dreams physically, but… they gave it to me. Said it was…. A gift. From you.”

Moonlight resisted the urge to stuff her hands in her pockets; for one, she’d fall off her staff, and for another, she wasn’t nervous. Definitely.

She couldn’t help but smile, “Good to see you, too… sorry, it’s been… busy.”

The sheep's eyes traced Sea Fairy's face.

I'm so unbelievably in love with you. I wonder if... well. Now's not the time to ask such silly questions.

"That's... nice."

Do you look at the moon and think of me?

"I've been... just keeping up with the dreamers! And my conductors! Well. Conductor, now that..."

...had she really forgotten about Milky Way in the joy of seeing Sea Fairy again? Wizards, Moonlight. Get your act together.

Moonlight did not want to keep sulking about Milky Way. Alas.