<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg460080#msg460080">Quote from: Cherri Tart on 02-11-2007, 09:32:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">her night was full of unsettling dreams... in them she was sitting at the foot of a huge waterfall upon a shelf of obsidean.  Below her, in a bowl shaped pool, were a myriad of strange fish of all colors, swimming slowly about in patterns that she thought might be some sort of language, but nothing she could understand.  About her, snaking up through the cracks in the dark, shining rock, were creepers and vines bearing honeysuckle and pease blossoms around which bees buzzed and hummingbirds flitted about.   As she sat there, she felt herself growing cold, her limbs slowly freezing.  She tried to stand, but she couldn't... she couldn't even wiggle her toes or fingers. She wasn't scared, though, just curious...  and then, she was in a overgrown garden, rose blooms surrounding her, thorns pricking at her skin, a dull pain wracking her as if she was being turned inside out, slowly, carefully...  and a voice.<br/><br/>"Come play with us, Lily.  Come home..."<br/><br/>She awoke, not with a start, but as the sun rises, slowly, surely, quietly, blinking away the last of her dreams, Looking about for Io as she clutched her covers, pulling them up to her chin,  wondering if strange visions had disturbed his sleep too...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She could hear a soft snoring sound from Io's room, that sort of answered her question. Apperantly her savior and self appointed protector was a deep sleeper. When she looked around she noticed how small and cramped his appartment looked. Hardly a fitting place to live for someone claiming to be Knight and Champion. His bedroom looked absolutly spartan, and she could tell he was by no means a tidy Knight. And this being the 21th century, the chance of getting the damsels in distress to pick up his dirty laundry seemed slim at best. That's gratitude for you. That being said, Lily got the feeling they found other ways to repay the handsome satyr. Now more than ever she wished he'd found a fresh set of sheets for her last night.<br/>What to do now though? She had to brave the living room and the sleeping satyr on the sofa if she wished to leave the bedroom, that much was clear.