[heart game]

[dormancy]

There is a click, a soft urging, almost whispered too soft to hear, but you can sense that you are being beckoned somewhere, lead to an elaborate open door with wood panels and great curls of gold leaf. You cannot see what is beyond the door, but it smells sour and sharp. Before you can turn over the thought of should you or shouldn't you, if you are the kind, there is a quiet push at your back and through the door you go . . .

Join #supersafe, because I like being misleading. When in doubt, use this for flower meanings if you character is the type . . .

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[dramatispersonae]

You sail over the maze. The hedges full of some eye catching sparkles will not distract you on your mission to get that mouse!

[shipwithwings]

[mmmmmmmmmmaking a mental note of those sparkles' locations]

[dramatispersonae]

Atta dragon. ♥ Of course, as you get closer to Dormouse, you may feel the urge to yawn . . . ? Goodness, when did you get so tired?

[shipwithwings]

[HISSES AT IT]

Stop that!

[dramatispersonae]

It curls up, a quiet chittering noise, before cooing again . . . The sleepiness passes for a moment, at least. You may have to fight it off on your own.

[shipwithwings]

[i will counter it with LECTURES]

Honestly! We are already asleep to be in here in the first place, I do not need to be sleeping twice. This is not a very comfortable spot for it either, on top of a gate.

[dramatispersonae]

It seems to be fast asleep . . . At least, it shouldn't be hard to reach the gate that he's perched on as long as you can stay awake.

[shipwithwings]

[omg RUDE scoot over i'm perching there]

Do not sleep when I am speaking to you!

[dramatispersonae]

It gives a soft coo as it tumbles off the gate into the hedges. After a beat, it slowly works to right itself. Apparently, the hedges with their thorns and the like are not comfortable enough to be napped on.

[shipwithwings]

Oh, heavens—

[f-fluttering down to scruff the dormouse out of the thorns]

[dramatispersonae]

There isn't much recognition other than his usual coo, but you may notice something sparkling around his neck . . . Well, it is very kind of you to put him back into place, while feeling as tired as you do.

[shipwithwings]

[loops his tail around it so it won't fall off again, ffffighting the urge to yawn]

What is that? Since when do you wear a collar?

[dramatispersonae]

It seems to be a mirror, but the Dormouse isn't answer as usual.

[shipwithwings]

[pokes it with his nose]

[dramatispersonae]

The mirror has a nice shine, but you get the sense that it is an anchor, connects to something larger . . .

[shipwithwings]

[in dragon's Vincent-centric world, assuming that is Vincent]

Well you have been no help at all. Do not fall off again.

[dramatispersonae]

Well, let's be real, it is probably Vincent. (It is probably even Vincent's soul.) But Dormouse gives a long, sleepy coo . . .

[shipwithwings]

Od try to mind the gate. Do not let anyone through that is suspicious.

[dramatispersonae]

It shuffles on its perch, but it might be acknowledging that? It's hard to tell.

[shipwithwings]

[GOOD ENOUGH]

[taking off from the gate, heading back towards those maze shinies]

[dramatispersonae]

It looks like they are scissors. Some are broken in half, others are rusted, but a few spots of good silver still stand out. They're quite beautiful albeit useless.

[shipwithwings]

[collects them all~]

[dramatispersonae]

Now, there are only nails and thorns left in the bushes. Well, that should be safer for anyone who cuts through them. Where will you hide your treasures, though?

[shipwithwings]

[stuffs them into his netting '3']

[dramatispersonae]

You have acquired an awful lot of scissors! Good job, Obsidian.