Far, far beyond the realm of corporeal existence in the web of dreaming, Shang slept in an empty plot amongst the strange, ethereal field that held the dreamer's dreamscape orbs*. Such a stasis was rare for the little fairy, yes, but required from time to time, yet as she slept, the winged darling remained bright and coronal as any proud star; her mana never rested, only calmed and recollected while the body it lived in replenished.
While unconscious, the fae was not connected to the minds of the millions she visited as they slept; she was, however, very much like a leaf on the surface of a pond. Although not connected to the thoughts of the fish swimming below her, the leaf is still very much a slave to the currents their unrest cause in the pond she floats on. This was Shang, this had always been her and the reality of her relationship to the dreamers of the world whether she be sleeping or not. This connection had been leaving her with an uneasy feeling as of late, for there were a great number of dreamers whose dreams were prickling with an unknown energy. Such a thing would not normally be a bother to the fae, for every mind spiked and bottomed out from time to time, but these minds were different; they were always humming, and in that humming an unusual darkness seemed to be growing.
These disturbing feelings and uneasy prickles followed Shang to sleep, and worse, caused her to awaken early.
Blinking the sleep from her eyes, a shiver overcame her small form, one with strength enough to give her the illusion of cold. And not just any cold either. Oh no. Shang was used to the normal as well as the abnormal when it came to cold, but this cold was the not sort of cold that made one seek cloak and flame, but the kind that made one seek the warmth of the familiar and comfortable.
Something was wrong, dreadfully wrong, yet the bemused demi fae could not quite puzzle out what.
"... Mama will know." She murmured quietly as she turned her large, wondering eyes towards the seemingly endless glow of dream baubles. Why did so many of them look dark lately? Perhaps it had something to do with that odd chill and slow, creepy crawl of power she'd felt rustling through so many minds as of late.
"Shang must tell Pretty too... If Pretty has not already noticed." Shang mused aloud again to herself as she thought of her icy friend and his epic quest amongst the dreamscapes. Yes, he'd most certainly have noticed by now, wouldn't he have? In the same thought, she realized he would not have, no, not quite yet. The creep was oh so slow, and while sharp, Shang knew that Celeth did not have the intimate knowledge of the dreamer's realm as she did.
Still shivering, Shang slowly unfolded herself from her sleeping position, straightened, and with one delicate little finger, sliced into the air with a slow, eerily precise stroke. As she moved back the air her hand had moved through shaped to become a tangible thing, like a hole cut into a curtain one could step through to the other side...
With a determined, albeit worried face, Shang did just that, not even bothering to watch as the portal sealed up behind her.
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*Ethereal Field and Dreamscape Orbs:
The ethereal field is the 'backstage area' between dreamer's dreams in which Shang and her other fae brethren move to reach a specific dream that needs 'influence'. Depending on the situation, either a specialized or generalized fae will go to said specific dream to perform whatever duty it is they must to put it right/implant the proper influence. The field is a webby, tunnel-like structure whose space, color, design, and shape are as infinite as existence is. So long as people sleep and dream, the moon goddess(mother of all the dream fae) will always have the power to keep and guard the structure. Where the field opens up, there is a great, empty space where the moon goddess' palace, Mare Serenitatis, floats.
The dreamscape orbs are the ball shaped portals where people's dreams lay. Inside the bubble looking structure is infinite space; as one's dreamscape is infinite in possibility, so too is their space. Like the ever shifting color of the ethereal field, the dreamscape orbs are also subject to size and color changes. Colors often depict moods and give the fae a general idea of what sort of dream a person is having. Shang and other fae like her have the ability to enter and exit either side of these orbs, meaning they are also a passageway for them to the land/world/dimension of the dreamer, and the ethereal field.
While unconscious, the fae was not connected to the minds of the millions she visited as they slept; she was, however, very much like a leaf on the surface of a pond. Although not connected to the thoughts of the fish swimming below her, the leaf is still very much a slave to the currents their unrest cause in the pond she floats on. This was Shang, this had always been her and the reality of her relationship to the dreamers of the world whether she be sleeping or not. This connection had been leaving her with an uneasy feeling as of late, for there were a great number of dreamers whose dreams were prickling with an unknown energy. Such a thing would not normally be a bother to the fae, for every mind spiked and bottomed out from time to time, but these minds were different; they were always humming, and in that humming an unusual darkness seemed to be growing.
These disturbing feelings and uneasy prickles followed Shang to sleep, and worse, caused her to awaken early.
Blinking the sleep from her eyes, a shiver overcame her small form, one with strength enough to give her the illusion of cold. And not just any cold either. Oh no. Shang was used to the normal as well as the abnormal when it came to cold, but this cold was the not sort of cold that made one seek cloak and flame, but the kind that made one seek the warmth of the familiar and comfortable.
Something was wrong, dreadfully wrong, yet the bemused demi fae could not quite puzzle out what.
"... Mama will know." She murmured quietly as she turned her large, wondering eyes towards the seemingly endless glow of dream baubles. Why did so many of them look dark lately? Perhaps it had something to do with that odd chill and slow, creepy crawl of power she'd felt rustling through so many minds as of late.
"Shang must tell Pretty too... If Pretty has not already noticed." Shang mused aloud again to herself as she thought of her icy friend and his epic quest amongst the dreamscapes. Yes, he'd most certainly have noticed by now, wouldn't he have? In the same thought, she realized he would not have, no, not quite yet. The creep was oh so slow, and while sharp, Shang knew that Celeth did not have the intimate knowledge of the dreamer's realm as she did.
Still shivering, Shang slowly unfolded herself from her sleeping position, straightened, and with one delicate little finger, sliced into the air with a slow, eerily precise stroke. As she moved back the air her hand had moved through shaped to become a tangible thing, like a hole cut into a curtain one could step through to the other side...
With a determined, albeit worried face, Shang did just that, not even bothering to watch as the portal sealed up behind her.
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http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs12/i/2006/296/a/7/Dreamscape_Sunset_by_psion005.jpg
*Ethereal Field and Dreamscape Orbs:
The ethereal field is the 'backstage area' between dreamer's dreams in which Shang and her other fae brethren move to reach a specific dream that needs 'influence'. Depending on the situation, either a specialized or generalized fae will go to said specific dream to perform whatever duty it is they must to put it right/implant the proper influence. The field is a webby, tunnel-like structure whose space, color, design, and shape are as infinite as existence is. So long as people sleep and dream, the moon goddess(mother of all the dream fae) will always have the power to keep and guard the structure. Where the field opens up, there is a great, empty space where the moon goddess' palace, Mare Serenitatis, floats.
The dreamscape orbs are the ball shaped portals where people's dreams lay. Inside the bubble looking structure is infinite space; as one's dreamscape is infinite in possibility, so too is their space. Like the ever shifting color of the ethereal field, the dreamscape orbs are also subject to size and color changes. Colors often depict moods and give the fae a general idea of what sort of dream a person is having. Shang and other fae like her have the ability to enter and exit either side of these orbs, meaning they are also a passageway for them to the land/world/dimension of the dreamer, and the ethereal field.