<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg434626#msg434626">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 24-09-2007, 16:19:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Iobacchus turned off the light and headed over to the sofa with a thick blanket. He quickly undressed, leaving only his boxers, wich he removed when he was under the blanket. He was not in the least modest, but he was being carefull around Lily. Thinking of his very ineresting day, he slowly drifted to sleep.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>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...