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~The Dreaming One travels on distant shores, in realms rarely seen by mortal men. She wanders alone in silence and views what to most would be but a fantasy of some far forgotten dream. But if your very quiet, and know just how to look in the moonlit still waters of a hidden crystal pool, you might catch a gleams of the places she has been.~
There is a place by the silver sea where the sky is always white, where the fine light sand seemed to stretch on forever. And in this place, the dreaming one can be often found wandering aimlessly along the shore. This is a place of strange and alien beauty, and she wanders, her long pale hair flowing behind her in the silver satin breeze, noting absently how everything here including the inhabitants seem to be in shades of gray, white and silver.
This bright sky over her head always looks over cast, the clouds and the sky being the same shades of murky white, lighter and brighter near the roof of the sky and more silver near the horizon. Somewhat like the mundane earth, this silver cloud realm is mostly seas. Seas of silver and white water, full of strange and wondrous fantasy fish of such delicate beauty and structure that it would not seem that they could with stand the weight of the water, yet this delicate beauty hides a furious harshness of teeth and fang. The silver, slate gray white-caps fall upon sand of the shore, a sand so fine its texture is like soft silk as it runs through her fingers. This sand differs in color from the purest white, delicate beige to the lightest pinks and blues.
She wanders aimlessly along the beach, smiling gently in passing the strange grayish white creatures who walk and hop along these beaches, small creatures under a foot tall that look like small malformed three sided pyramids slightly rounded, and they walk hop on two to three pointy little legs that have no feet. They have no eyes, hands or mouths, that she can see, and they travel in groups of three or five up and down these sandy coasts, living in burrows in the sand dunes by the shore. In the distance she hears the hollow rough cries that echo through the mist filled air from the strange skeleton looking birds of black and charcoal gray that half fly and half skim among the breaking waves. Their harsh cries and four foot length contrasting strangely with the tiny small pale shelled creatures that wash up on the beach that they eat with such relish.
She sees trees that resemble earthly palms that line the shores, they have smooth silver gray trunks and pale red almost pink fan or fern like leaves that grown on the top. Those that look like date palms have fruit of deepest blue to darkest reddish purple depending on how ripe they are. The coconut like fruit on the other palms are bright silver to dusty gray with pale blue white milk and meat that when she tasted them tasted like vanilla flavored coconut. The scrub glass that grows in patches beneath these palms crackles when her feet walk upon them and smells a bit like burnt rubber. But she knows and has seen that this grass can be weaved into baskets that will hold water without leaking.
She glances up further in land the hills are covered in grass the same shade of gray as dusty millers on earth, but is soft with a texture of silk mixed with velvet, and the smell when crushed or walked upon is that of wild sage. Deep blue lavender like flowers grow wild upon these hills, the color ranging from the darkest purple blue to the lightest sky blue of earth skies. The highest of the hills are covered in pine like trees that hold the shape of earth pine trees, but whose needles are narrow, sharp and gleaming silver, glittering in the slightest breeze. If this realm had a sun, they would be blinding as they are bright enough in this over cast light. The pine cones on these shining trees are rounder with less sharp edges and light blue to dark blue depending on how ripe they are. The needles of what resembles the scotch pine are long and a dull light gold, with cones of light pinkish orange to burgundy when ripe.
There are groves of trees that look like avocado, but the leaves are silver gray with really hard edges. She has seen these pasted together one on one and shaped and sharpened on the edge to produce a blade nearly as hard and sharp as earth steel blades. The fruit looks like avocados except the outside skin is whitish gray when ripe and the inside a pale, pale yellow with a hard shiny silver seed. She knows the taste is liken to earth avocados but a bit sweeter. There are groves of citrus like trees, save instead of orange and yellow and green fruit, they are pale pink, and blue and purple, though she knows they taste pretty much the same. The dusty miller like plants also grow there looking much like what grows on earth save the flowers instead of earthly bright yellow are a deep midnight blue. The roses and they smell like roses, look like earth tea roses but have shades of blue instead of green for their leaves. They flower in white, pale, pale yellow, light blue, dark blue and darker shades of green. And she gathers their pedals and drops them one by one behind her as she walks.
She nods in passing to the people of this realm who have pale skin, long grayish white hair, and light eyes gray to silver in color, the pupils slatted like a cats. They seem to dress in what could pass as renaissance style on earth, in shades of gray, lightest blue, silver and charcoals. Their teeth have slightly long fangs and are very, very white. The ears are slightly pointed and sometimes set with strange gems of gray, blue and dark red. Females are rarely seen, and on the whole the race seem to be fairly solitary, not living in large groups or families. They look somewhat human, but there is something about them when she looks at their faces or eyes it just screams not human on her But that just makes her smile the more.
It is said that this is one of the realms nearest to the realm of Fae and Shadowlands. It is wild and untamed and cannot be controlled. But as she wanders unhampered though this strange pale land she knows there are those who think that they can take what they wish from this realm including its people and do as they wish. But this land and people holds secrets of the magic and the Creator of all Things and it cannot be conquered regardless as to what it may seem. And as she means no harm, she is allowed to silently wander as she will.
There is a place by the silver sea where the sky is always white, where the fine light sand seemed to stretch on forever. And in this place, the dreaming one can be often found wandering aimlessly along the shore. This is a place of strange and alien beauty, and she wanders, her long pale hair flowing behind her in the silver satin breeze, noting absently how everything here including the inhabitants seem to be in shades of gray, white and silver.
This bright sky over her head always looks over cast, the clouds and the sky being the same shades of murky white, lighter and brighter near the roof of the sky and more silver near the horizon. Somewhat like the mundane earth, this silver cloud realm is mostly seas. Seas of silver and white water, full of strange and wondrous fantasy fish of such delicate beauty and structure that it would not seem that they could with stand the weight of the water, yet this delicate beauty hides a furious harshness of teeth and fang. The silver, slate gray white-caps fall upon sand of the shore, a sand so fine its texture is like soft silk as it runs through her fingers. This sand differs in color from the purest white, delicate beige to the lightest pinks and blues.
She wanders aimlessly along the beach, smiling gently in passing the strange grayish white creatures who walk and hop along these beaches, small creatures under a foot tall that look like small malformed three sided pyramids slightly rounded, and they walk hop on two to three pointy little legs that have no feet. They have no eyes, hands or mouths, that she can see, and they travel in groups of three or five up and down these sandy coasts, living in burrows in the sand dunes by the shore. In the distance she hears the hollow rough cries that echo through the mist filled air from the strange skeleton looking birds of black and charcoal gray that half fly and half skim among the breaking waves. Their harsh cries and four foot length contrasting strangely with the tiny small pale shelled creatures that wash up on the beach that they eat with such relish.
She sees trees that resemble earthly palms that line the shores, they have smooth silver gray trunks and pale red almost pink fan or fern like leaves that grown on the top. Those that look like date palms have fruit of deepest blue to darkest reddish purple depending on how ripe they are. The coconut like fruit on the other palms are bright silver to dusty gray with pale blue white milk and meat that when she tasted them tasted like vanilla flavored coconut. The scrub glass that grows in patches beneath these palms crackles when her feet walk upon them and smells a bit like burnt rubber. But she knows and has seen that this grass can be weaved into baskets that will hold water without leaking.
She glances up further in land the hills are covered in grass the same shade of gray as dusty millers on earth, but is soft with a texture of silk mixed with velvet, and the smell when crushed or walked upon is that of wild sage. Deep blue lavender like flowers grow wild upon these hills, the color ranging from the darkest purple blue to the lightest sky blue of earth skies. The highest of the hills are covered in pine like trees that hold the shape of earth pine trees, but whose needles are narrow, sharp and gleaming silver, glittering in the slightest breeze. If this realm had a sun, they would be blinding as they are bright enough in this over cast light. The pine cones on these shining trees are rounder with less sharp edges and light blue to dark blue depending on how ripe they are. The needles of what resembles the scotch pine are long and a dull light gold, with cones of light pinkish orange to burgundy when ripe.
There are groves of trees that look like avocado, but the leaves are silver gray with really hard edges. She has seen these pasted together one on one and shaped and sharpened on the edge to produce a blade nearly as hard and sharp as earth steel blades. The fruit looks like avocados except the outside skin is whitish gray when ripe and the inside a pale, pale yellow with a hard shiny silver seed. She knows the taste is liken to earth avocados but a bit sweeter. There are groves of citrus like trees, save instead of orange and yellow and green fruit, they are pale pink, and blue and purple, though she knows they taste pretty much the same. The dusty miller like plants also grow there looking much like what grows on earth save the flowers instead of earthly bright yellow are a deep midnight blue. The roses and they smell like roses, look like earth tea roses but have shades of blue instead of green for their leaves. They flower in white, pale, pale yellow, light blue, dark blue and darker shades of green. And she gathers their pedals and drops them one by one behind her as she walks.
She nods in passing to the people of this realm who have pale skin, long grayish white hair, and light eyes gray to silver in color, the pupils slatted like a cats. They seem to dress in what could pass as renaissance style on earth, in shades of gray, lightest blue, silver and charcoals. Their teeth have slightly long fangs and are very, very white. The ears are slightly pointed and sometimes set with strange gems of gray, blue and dark red. Females are rarely seen, and on the whole the race seem to be fairly solitary, not living in large groups or families. They look somewhat human, but there is something about them when she looks at their faces or eyes it just screams not human on her But that just makes her smile the more.
It is said that this is one of the realms nearest to the realm of Fae and Shadowlands. It is wild and untamed and cannot be controlled. But as she wanders unhampered though this strange pale land she knows there are those who think that they can take what they wish from this realm including its people and do as they wish. But this land and people holds secrets of the magic and the Creator of all Things and it cannot be conquered regardless as to what it may seem. And as she means no harm, she is allowed to silently wander as she will.
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