there's no danger, here, at least not yet. the shrine is utterly peaceful, silent as he walks inside. there's a large statue at the center of the shrine, and lines of pews of a more traditional church dot either side of the main aisle. it's a holy ground as any, and as kara stands, he'll feel a sudden, surprising chill at his waist.
he won't have to wait to figure out what it is, though. a ghostly figure darts through him, a young child with dark black hair, tied in a ponytail, a red ribbon hanging from the side. he's calling out, "come on, come play with us, already!", and holding something that is probably a ghostly frog in his hands. he may recognize the tiny version of one demon boatswain, at home in koun.
the smaller voice comes next, from near the statue. it sounds like it's far away, like calling down from a rooftop. "I can't. I can't come, I'm practicing."
the child boatswain says something in response, with a bright, musical laugh. most of it is lost to the sands of the dream, but the "alright, alright, kara, i'm coming!" comes out of his mouth, too. it's referred to with bright, easy familiarity. the small ghost darts forward and disappears into the statue's base, and you can hear the sound of someone running down the stairs? there must be stairs under the statue. (even if he's a ghost. don't worry about the details too much.)
maybe you wanna follow and check that out? seems like it might be a plot point ]
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there's no danger, here, at least not yet. the shrine is utterly peaceful, silent as he walks inside. there's a large statue at the center of the shrine, and lines of pews of a more traditional church dot either side of the main aisle. it's a holy ground as any, and as kara stands, he'll feel a sudden, surprising chill at his waist.
he won't have to wait to figure out what it is, though. a ghostly figure darts through him, a young child with dark black hair, tied in a ponytail, a red ribbon hanging from the side. he's calling out, "come on, come play with us, already!", and holding something that is probably a ghostly frog in his hands. he may recognize the tiny version of one demon boatswain, at home in koun.
the smaller voice comes next, from near the statue. it sounds like it's far away, like calling down from a rooftop. "I can't. I can't come, I'm practicing."
the child boatswain says something in response, with a bright, musical laugh. most of it is lost to the sands of the dream, but the "alright, alright, kara, i'm coming!" comes out of his mouth, too. it's referred to with bright, easy familiarity. the small ghost darts forward and disappears into the statue's base, and you can hear the sound of someone running down the stairs? there must be stairs under the statue. (even if he's a ghost. don't worry about the details too much.)
maybe you wanna follow and check that out? seems like it might be a plot point ]