<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">While the little Fae was occupied by its collection of shiny trinkets, its fascination would not last long. As the wind began to grow stronger and feed the fire the little being ran across the floor back to the hole in the wall to look outside again. Not listening to the conversation behind it or that fact the group was eating. It only peeled its gaze away when Toby tried to speak to it in its native language. It seemed confused at first, squinting at him but seemed to nod towards him as if a signal of understanding what he was saying. (<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="@Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">@Chartreux</a>  It's eyes quickly moving back to look outside, speaking once more. </span></i><br/><br/>"Denruter sah eno gniydnu eht, gnimoc si mrots a."<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"><i>The being did not pull its eyes away from the window, the flames were arching fire and there was a strange sense of dread beginning to fill the previously peaceful little home. However, another sensation began to fill the four gathered around the food-filled table. </i><br/>
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<i>No matter how little or how much any of the four ate or drink, even if it were just water, a strange lethargic sensation would begin to fill the four. As if they had eaten 8 helpings of dinner on Thanksgiving. A foreign tiredness would begin to spread from their stomachs outward. Causing their limbs to slow eventually to a stop and pulling all four of them closer and unconsciousness and no matter what the four did to stop it, they would find themselves all collapsing upon the floor and drifting into a dream-filled sleep. (<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="@Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">@Chartreux</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="2453" data-username="@Zulma" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2453/">@Zulma</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="6169" data-username="@Purplefairydust" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6169/">@Purplefairydust</a>) </i><br/>
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<i>Their dreams, however, were like paradise. Anything they had ever wanted in life was brought to thin in this food-induced magical coma. They were in a place where things were truly perfect, there was no hidden dark area to this paradise. Whatever they wanted, they had, and they could have everything. The dream would go on for what felt like hours, but eventually, it would become hard to breathe within this dream-filled paradise. Their worlds fading away around them as it filled with smoke too.</i><br/>
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<i>Then they would wake up. How much time had passed it wouldn't be clear but they would find themselves exactly where they had fallen asleep. Except for the smell of burning would was stronger, and it was closer. </i><br/>
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<i>When they would open their eyes they would find themselves in the same home, but it was on fire. Flames flicked across the roof and on the walls around them. The room was filled with smoke and there were screams, horrible pain-filled screams from all around them. The mystical place was burning and they were within the burning home. </i><br/>
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<i>The Fae that had let them in the home laid unconscious on the floor, how they had been knocked out it was unclear but their slight signs of breathing could still be seen. A great groaning could be heard from above as wood begin to slit from the fire. The group didn't have time to get their bearings, they had to move fast to escape the burning home before it collapsed atop them all. The clearing was no longer safe and it was clear they needed to get as far from it as possible.</i></span>