[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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[dormancy]

This is my place. Of course, I do.

[surefire]

Haha... Just checking.

Then, this is goodbye~♥ For now, at least.

[and pushing through the gate]

[dramatispersonae]

When you pass through the gate, you find yourself at the center of the maze once more, standing at the north opening in the hedge to the area.

[surefire]

[brushing herself off... then trying for gate 5 after a moment or two. cheating and flying straight over hedges if that's what it takes to get there]

[dramatispersonae]

You don't have to, but it may be wise as a few sharp bones come swiping at her from the bird-like creature. Oh, and mind the overwhelming desire to nap as you get closer to the gate . . .

[surefire]

[oookay too close after all... definitely trying to sweep back out of the way, further from the gate, though the drowsiness probably throws her off a little]

[dramatispersonae]

The sleeping mouse that is letting out an occasional soft coo may give away what is bringing that on. It look comfortable, at least.

[surefire]

[yes, it's nice to see you again, Dormouse... was alert enough to avoid anything fatal, but probably slowed down too much to completely avoid a swipe, which in turn also leads to her losing control as she moves back and careening backwards into the hedge maze]

[dramatispersonae]

I hope you land on gravel, because those hedges are full of sharps that would love to embed themselves in your flesh.

[surefire]

[probably managing to land on gravel, yes. which is still painful when you crash land but at least not a scissor in the gut]

[dramatispersonae]

There are small miracles, though I worry about vengeance for all this . . . Are you going to try for another gate?

[surefire]

[brushing herself off huffily, honestly...]

[Gate 3, perhaps. I can live with being near, Dormouse... probably.]

[dramatispersonae]

Try not to trip over the random jag of black stone near the gate . . .

[surefire]

[what is that... prods it with her foot]

[dramatispersonae]

It does not move. The rest of it seems hidden under the white gravel. What you can see looks like it was struck by lightning and jolted up after snapping in half with a few smaller pieces in the center.

[surefire]

[bending down to touch one of those smaller pieces]

[dramatispersonae]

The light shines beautifully off of it, almost like a diamond. As you touch the piece, As your fingers linger on the engraving, you become more wary of others. As nice or as charming as they may be, even if you may like, or even love, them, you cannot draw close. It is too much, far too much, and you will hold back.

[surefire]

[...]

[sighs a little and stands up again, continuing on to the gate]