#aethelthryth

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The crystal thrums beneath his hands as he carefully coaxesit into a different shape. Smoother than any crystal carver can make the edges,he coaxes the crystal to change its structure to form into the form of a dragonthat is curled around a pillar, standing in regal repose. One wing is furledagainst its side and the other is extended, forming the arm of the harp. Theother arm is translucent and he makes the connection just before his devicechimes.He stands, leaving the massive harp to rest against the wall as he walks overand snatches the device up. His optic ridges raise when he plays the messageand then he sighs heavily. He is about to put his device down when a thoughtsuddenly strikes him: ‘Who the hell is Wheelie??’He sighs again, puts his device within a pocket dimension, and walks out of theroom, giving a forlorn look to the half-finished harp. So much for finishing itsooner than later… Ah well.A portal is torn through reality and he steps through. He steps out of theglittering portal, which closes soon after he exits, and he pulls his devicefrom the pocket dimension. A quick glance is given to the coordinates and hisform wavers – his light whorls around him as he shifts into the familiar formof a mechanical dragon. A bound forward and a downstroke of all four wings andhe is off like a shot.The flight is easy and his landing is smooth, barring a few gouges in theground from his talons. He sees Megatron, practically face-first on the groundand he grumbles softly. With a sigh, he shifts his Form, his light solidifying,once again, in the form of a Cybertronian. He looks at the once-warlord andshakes his head before bending down and lifting the mech with ease.“Fool, could have just asked me…” He grumbles, only partially agitated, as hedusts off any loose debris from Megatron’s frame. The mech is shifted in hisgrasp and his dark-plated hand shines with a prismatic light. The servo isextended and the light leaps from his hand to form a great ring that swirls tolife with equally prismatic light. He readjusts his grip upon Megatron andsteps in to the portal, which snaps shut almost immediately after he fullydisappears into its light.---The Dream is as beautiful as always. It reacts to his presence and a greatfield of crystalline flowers spirals out from around where he stands. Massivetrees reach towards the heavens and mountains appear in the distance. And farabove is a recreation of Ashillon, massive rings rotating around thesuper-planet.He’s been meaning to come here. He needs to speak with Aethelthryth and, withthe ancient being regaining some measure of strength, the Dream is not soeasily influenced by nightmares as it once was. It is a safe haven for the mind—whichis why he brought Megatron. He knows the mech has not been getting enough rest.And, though the means were not exactly how he would have liked for it tohappen, he is asleep. Any dreams he has will be neutral, at worst.He sighs and sits, placing Megatron carefully upon his lap. His finials flickand his gaze shifts to view the nebulous form of Aethelthryth who, upon viewingTerra’s Form and Megatron’s appearance, takes on the appearance of a large andelegant Cybertronian, instead of their normal avatar. Ribbons of light,ever-shifting in hue, flutter from their sweeping armor and halo. They sit andTerra smiles. There is no need to speak right now—the silence is peaceful.