"On the floor is fine. Be sure to make yourselves comfortable."
Song's Dream spell was considerably faster than the rough version Margaret had helped her design. She'd spent the last two or so years refining it to mimic the Nobody element it was based on. Still, it was a work in progress. What she cast now was something between the second and third tiers - fondly titled "Dreamira" and "Dreamija". Ultimately it would allow the same depth as Brixon had once enjoyed, but she wasn't quite there yet.
For now, it didn't matter. She had no need of exploring the reaches of her own heart to find Medrau. Her shadow was far, far too close to the surface.
She cast the spell just as if she were performing its most basic level, but in double, splitting the threads of power and flinging them in unison at her pair of would-be bodyguards. It was an effort to concentrate on both links at once. With Brixon's element, it had been possible to bind her fellow dreamers one at a time, tracing neat little bridges between their waiting minds. The problem here was that, once the spell was cast, she would be caught in the dream. There was no holding it half-formed.
The connections felt right enough, more or less, and there wasn't time to triple-check. She focused the spell with its name, "Dreamija," and pulled.
There was no gentle void to ease them into the dream. What faced them instead were the streets of Radiant Garden, marred by fire and fissures. Smoke hung in the air like a dusty curtain, shrouding the highest points of the city and painting the sky a filthy orange-gray.
no subject
Song's Dream spell was considerably faster than the rough version Margaret had helped her design. She'd spent the last two or so years refining it to mimic the Nobody element it was based on. Still, it was a work in progress. What she cast now was something between the second and third tiers - fondly titled "Dreamira" and "Dreamija". Ultimately it would allow the same depth as Brixon had once enjoyed, but she wasn't quite there yet.
For now, it didn't matter. She had no need of exploring the reaches of her own heart to find Medrau. Her shadow was far, far too close to the surface.
She cast the spell just as if she were performing its most basic level, but in double, splitting the threads of power and flinging them in unison at her pair of would-be bodyguards. It was an effort to concentrate on both links at once. With Brixon's element, it had been possible to bind her fellow dreamers one at a time, tracing neat little bridges between their waiting minds. The problem here was that, once the spell was cast, she would be caught in the dream. There was no holding it half-formed.
The connections felt right enough, more or less, and there wasn't time to triple-check. She focused the spell with its name, "Dreamija," and pulled.
There was no gentle void to ease them into the dream. What faced them instead were the streets of Radiant Garden, marred by fire and fissures. Smoke hung in the air like a dusty curtain, shrouding the highest points of the city and painting the sky a filthy orange-gray.