Event continuation
The grass moves almost like a living thing, pulsing like a silvery ocean in the half light. There is no wind, but the grass shifts as though there were, the strands twisting and gleaming in an unfelt breeze. There is a tower in the distance, rising up from the grass, dark.
The cry is louder now -- a part of the air that sounds from both grass and sky.
((ooc: As per Jodie's suggestion, part 2 of the event. If your character is free of their dream and you wish to go on, you can come together here.))
The cry is louder now -- a part of the air that sounds from both grass and sky.
((ooc: As per Jodie's suggestion, part 2 of the event. If your character is free of their dream and you wish to go on, you can come together here.))