Manaril: Teleported
Mar. 6th, 2014 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[A young girl makes a sudden appearance inside Budehac's library. It takes a few seconds for her to notice that she is suddenly out of place. The thin coating of dust, the shelves crammed full old volumes, the weathered look on the walls; none of this is familiar to her, and she should have known the walls of the Magedom's library very well at this point. She lived inside of it, reading from the False Chronicle every day.]
Mo... Mother? Mubal?
[Though it seems unlikely if even her mother and Mubal aren't her, she also calls out for her brother, Shams. At this rate, she'd even be willing to settle for her brother's servant, Taj, or her father. She takes a tentative step forward, desperately analyzing her surroundings for something, anything, that might look even a little recognizable. Wherever she is, she's still holding the book – known as a Chronicle – that she'd been reading. It's apparently determined to give her more than fevers and headaches now.]
The Chronicle often presents me with visions, but... never to this level... T-this isn't a Dream Art, is it? No, not even the Dream Arts should be capable of something like this...
Mo... Mother? Mubal?
[Though it seems unlikely if even her mother and Mubal aren't her, she also calls out for her brother, Shams. At this rate, she'd even be willing to settle for her brother's servant, Taj, or her father. She takes a tentative step forward, desperately analyzing her surroundings for something, anything, that might look even a little recognizable. Wherever she is, she's still holding the book – known as a Chronicle – that she'd been reading. It's apparently determined to give her more than fevers and headaches now.]
The Chronicle often presents me with visions, but... never to this level... T-this isn't a Dream Art, is it? No, not even the Dream Arts should be capable of something like this...