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#⠀✦ ;; VIN'S INTRO POST !?

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★ ) NAME : Vincent/Valentine

★ ) PRONOUNS : He/they/she/vamp/kiss/kyu

★ ) TERMS : any

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There's sort of unspoken agreement among guardians that their powers shouldn't be used against your colleagues absolutely necessary. Unless it would be extremely funny. And no one gets hurt. Much. Kind of like how you don't mess with Tooth's filing system.

Truth is, if Sandy made a habit of using his dreamsand on all the guardians, they'd be in a pile somewhere having the best dreams of their life while Pitch took over the world again or maybe even infected THEIR dreams with nightmares. { Thread idea anyone?? }

A soft ripple echoes through the air. Birds chirp. Waves crash.

There's been a disturbance in the force.

{ I just did one for Sleepy Sands so I'll focus on the Valley if that's alright?}

Star Captain Sandersan Mansnoozie has spent more years than he cares to count seeking out wishes that were worthy of being granted dreams. He'd also seen his fair share of wayward dreams stolen, plundered, and... yes, eaten.

Trouble is, within the ships of a Dream Pirates, on occasion, you would find stolen dreams that had yet to be devoured. Most Star Captains couldn't bear to destroy a dream. So they preserved them. One such collection became known as the Lost Valley of Dreams guarded by Lord High Protector Lermantoff.

It was one of the greatest tragedies to hear of his downfall and the presumed consumption untold numbers of dreams with their silence. Sandy still contemplates ways to aid Lermantoff.

She'd brought him figs, dates, and grapes in a living basket of woven willow. The spirit wouldn't plan to dawdle here for long, but they did have a history.

Sanderson was the closest thing she had to a friend on this planet.

The wind was whispering a little louder than usual today. A breeze became a gust, then quickly died back down as if the winds themselves could barely contain their a secret. At first Sandy thought nothing of it. The winds were known to have their fun, blowing gusts of air as they see fit. But when the waves below his island began to rise and calm in their own excitement, he began to catch on they might know something. It would do no good to interrogate the winds or the creatures of the sea. But there was a hope he had tucked away.

Sometimes, to see or hear an old friend you never get to see can be the greatest magic. A kind of raw, ancient magic akin to love. How he adored when this natural power was incorporated into a dream. But today, it was real. An omen for a reunion.

He wasn't entirely sure who to expect. It had been some time since he had last seen Her. And she wasn't exactly one for extended stays or company. But no matter who may arrive, Sandersan Mansnoozie would be waiting with open arms. He peered out at the horizon of the ocean, curiosity tickling him now.