[ Yuma finds himself in the dreamscape once again. He's still getting used to his new life in this strange new world he's found himself in, but this aspect of it is still something that throws him off. Maybe this time he'll get lucky and he won't be a dra-
He looks down. Claws, scales... Yep, he's taken the form of the Shining Dragon again. Sigh. Luckily he's a bit smaller than normal - roughly the size of a horse, rather than how big the shining dragon normally is - but he still stands out a bit regardless.
He's unsure of the specifics of how the dreamscape works, so there's no telling how dangerous he is in this form. At the very least, he's learned that just remaining in the form doesn't cause him to lose control, so there's no harm in simply being here. He'll just have to be careful. On top of all of that, some part of him felt...empty. Missing. But what? By now he knew the Dragon's voice had gone silent, but now something else was gone. It was making him worry...
Before long, Yuma finds himself drawn by the palace nearby, and can't help but feel an urge to explore it. There's not really anything else nearby, so he might as well take a look. He might not be alone here, either; so he might as well try and see if there's anyone who might need help. If not that, then maybe he'd find some answers to what was happening to him.
He wanders around the palace, investigating the damage caused to the statues. The missing heads, the unmistakeable gashes... There's also the fact that the statues themselves seem to depict an interesting race of people. Who are they? They're not humans, they're not elves. He wanders close to one of the statues, peering closely at the claw marks. ]
"What happened here...?"
[ So, uh. If you happen to be wandering around the palace, don't mind the dragon peering at the local decor. He's friendly, honest. Though if he notices you, he might turn to stare warily. You do come in peace, right? ]
[ The Scales ]
[ It was hard to resist picking up anything, but so far Yuma has managed...until he saw the scales. There was nothing on them, and yet...something about them seemed wrong. What was happening here?
An idea strikes him, and he leaves, quickly returning with a small goblet he found in one of the many piles of treasure. It's not even the fanciest goblet among them, yet he carefully caries it in his mouth and gently places it on the scales regardless.
Moments later he finds himself staring at the shard of crystal at his feet. He tilts his head, lowering it down to investigate it. What is this? Is he supposed to put it on the scales, as well? Or was it a reward? And something about it felt...different. ]
Yuma Ilvern | Shining Resonance Refrain | OTA
[ Yuma finds himself in the dreamscape once again. He's still getting used to his new life in this strange new world he's found himself in, but this aspect of it is still something that throws him off. Maybe this time he'll get lucky and he won't be a dra-
He looks down. Claws, scales... Yep, he's taken the form of the Shining Dragon again. Sigh. Luckily he's a bit smaller than normal - roughly the size of a horse, rather than how big the shining dragon normally is - but he still stands out a bit regardless.
He's unsure of the specifics of how the dreamscape works, so there's no telling how dangerous he is in this form. At the very least, he's learned that just remaining in the form doesn't cause him to lose control, so there's no harm in simply being here. He'll just have to be careful. On top of all of that, some part of him felt...empty. Missing. But what? By now he knew the Dragon's voice had gone silent, but now something else was gone. It was making him worry...
Before long, Yuma finds himself drawn by the palace nearby, and can't help but feel an urge to explore it. There's not really anything else nearby, so he might as well take a look. He might not be alone here, either; so he might as well try and see if there's anyone who might need help. If not that, then maybe he'd find some answers to what was happening to him.
He wanders around the palace, investigating the damage caused to the statues. The missing heads, the unmistakeable gashes... There's also the fact that the statues themselves seem to depict an interesting race of people. Who are they? They're not humans, they're not elves. He wanders close to one of the statues, peering closely at the claw marks. ]
"What happened here...?"
[ So, uh. If you happen to be wandering around the palace, don't mind the dragon peering at the local decor. He's friendly, honest. Though if he notices you, he might turn to stare warily. You do come in peace, right? ]
[ The Scales ]
[ It was hard to resist picking up anything, but so far Yuma has managed...until he saw the scales. There was nothing on them, and yet...something about them seemed wrong. What was happening here?
An idea strikes him, and he leaves, quickly returning with a small goblet he found in one of the many piles of treasure. It's not even the fanciest goblet among them, yet he carefully caries it in his mouth and gently places it on the scales regardless.
Moments later he finds himself staring at the shard of crystal at his feet. He tilts his head, lowering it down to investigate it. What is this? Is he supposed to put it on the scales, as well? Or was it a reward? And something about it felt...different. ]
"What's this crystal for...?"
[ Wildcard ]
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