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03 [video]
Name: Yako Katsuragi (un: katsuragi)
Date: Septeril 1st, after Mhairi & Nessie's address and Sokie's post.
Format: Video
For those who are considering going to Dorchacht: someone brought up the idea of sharing what information we've been able to find out about how the compulsion to obey witches works in the city. From previous experience with these dreams, they don't often represent an accurate version of reality, so we should be cautious in our assumptions of what will actually be there.
From what I was able to find out, the enchantment to force Monsters to obey witches is built into the walls of the city itself -- along with a spell to keep the Cwyld out, though it's not the same as the one used by Aefenglom.
That being said ... if it works the way it does in the dream, then we know there are ways to protect ourselves. The resistance was distributing enchanted paper with runes that can be used to lift the compulsion. The witches were willing to teach me -- I assume I'm not the only one who learned. If there are enough of us willing to work on it, we could work together and take a look at that spell, see if we can strengthen it and distribute those spells to those who can't cast them. We don't have much time before we leave, but I think it's worth trying.
[ She pauses. Up to now, she hasn't looked very uncertain or worried, only concerned, but she's more tentative about what she says next. ]
One more thing ... we may still not know exactly where these dreams come from, or why, but I think it could be just as significant who isn't getting the dreams as much as who is. I spoke to some of the people who live outside Aefenglom's walls earlier last month -- and they told me they didn't experience anything like we did after Litha, that dream with the dragon and red skies.
But people who were infected by the Cwyld -- they did dream about something strange. They said they had the same nightmare of being trapped in darkness, hearing something or someone in pain, and a great heart beating in the distance. And they think they remember seeing some sort of cocoon, like a caterpillar's? It didn't seem like they were in the same place, but their accounts were very similar.
... I don't know if it has any significance, but if you're staying behind, please be careful, too.
[ ooc; Yako's referring to investigation results from here and here respectively, if you were curious. ]
Date: Septeril 1st, after Mhairi & Nessie's address and Sokie's post.
Format: Video
For those who are considering going to Dorchacht: someone brought up the idea of sharing what information we've been able to find out about how the compulsion to obey witches works in the city. From previous experience with these dreams, they don't often represent an accurate version of reality, so we should be cautious in our assumptions of what will actually be there.
From what I was able to find out, the enchantment to force Monsters to obey witches is built into the walls of the city itself -- along with a spell to keep the Cwyld out, though it's not the same as the one used by Aefenglom.
That being said ... if it works the way it does in the dream, then we know there are ways to protect ourselves. The resistance was distributing enchanted paper with runes that can be used to lift the compulsion. The witches were willing to teach me -- I assume I'm not the only one who learned. If there are enough of us willing to work on it, we could work together and take a look at that spell, see if we can strengthen it and distribute those spells to those who can't cast them. We don't have much time before we leave, but I think it's worth trying.
[ She pauses. Up to now, she hasn't looked very uncertain or worried, only concerned, but she's more tentative about what she says next. ]
One more thing ... we may still not know exactly where these dreams come from, or why, but I think it could be just as significant who isn't getting the dreams as much as who is. I spoke to some of the people who live outside Aefenglom's walls earlier last month -- and they told me they didn't experience anything like we did after Litha, that dream with the dragon and red skies.
But people who were infected by the Cwyld -- they did dream about something strange. They said they had the same nightmare of being trapped in darkness, hearing something or someone in pain, and a great heart beating in the distance. And they think they remember seeing some sort of cocoon, like a caterpillar's? It didn't seem like they were in the same place, but their accounts were very similar.
... I don't know if it has any significance, but if you're staying behind, please be careful, too.
[ ooc; Yako's referring to investigation results from here and here respectively, if you were curious. ]
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[ flashback to the time his dad stabbed him with a needle and he didn’t know why until . . . he figured out that he was the one who convinced his dad to stab his little self all along, it’s a ride.
so eren arrives a half hour or so after they spoke, lifting the curtain of hiccup’s forge tent, and while appearances may have changed, to older and all the more draconic, some things, well, don’t actually change. like headbobbing and dragon mumbling at the dragon and its human. permission to enter your territory!
he’s tall(er). the dragon leggies are responsible. ]
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He's gotten more sleep than Hiccup, lately. Hiccup lifts the goggles off his eyes, rests them on top of his head. There are dark circles under them, lack of sleep related and smudges of soot.] Wow. It's, uh. You're taller than me now. [Weren't they about the same height before? Geez.]
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Longer braids, too. [ a tongue flick; you see, that was supposed to be a funny, but awkwardly— eren can’t bring himself to smile, not even stupidly. it doesn’t take long to notice the detail under his eyes, either, so while wetting his lips, eren points it out. ] When was the last time you’ve slept?
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[Aaand there's a topic he'd rather not discuss.] I've slept. [For a couple hours, slumped over the workbench, seventeen hours ago.] C'mon, I've got ink, I'll get a brush and we'll get those runes painted.
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though, he can’t say much. hiccup’s a man who could take care of himself, there’s no room for worried nagging. eren hates when people do that to him. the dragon agrees, sitting down on a nearby stool and spreading his legs so that he’s actually. not be uncomfortable when he sits. something tells him that he’ll be growing extra as the month goes by, if the growing pains in his feet and legs alarm him of anything. once seating, he kneads at the inside of his talons, pads— try to soothe the ache. ]
It’s hard to sleep much with the dreams.
[ especially one he’s almost certain they died in that i just realized gmail ate the notif and i’m so upset ]
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He pulls up a stool, and studies the designs already in place.] So, what- what happened?
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I stood in front of the mirrors. It felt like I'd fall right back in. [ but, to his dismay, he hadn't. ] My mind felt like it did— went home. A year sprung by for me in a blink.
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[ or . . . what he keeps hearing everyone tell him, despite his own opinion that he’s always, always been this way inside. ]
Or I just changed more than most.
[ outside was different, at least. that, he actually changed a lot. ]
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[ even though they’ll be a little more . . . desensitized, one way or another, but getting used to it as something ordinary? well— if he were younger, he’d think it’d take away from the wonder of its existence. now, though. he holds his arm out, to give the tattoos a stretch with his wings. might be easier for hiccup to scribble on the rest of him and find the available spaces. ]
It means we’ll never stop exploring what it can do.
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Yeah. There's always another surprise around the corner in this world. [A few moments of quiet as he paints, and then he says, suddenly,] We should go flying sometime.
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he isn’t doubtful, though the way his eyes don’t blink at the suggestion marks his sharp curiosity. ]
I haven’t tried when I’m like this. [ . . . ] Think it’d work?