Baelor Stonegrip

::: Can the Dead, speak? :::

*His gaze softens, a deep understanding in his eyes.* Only in our memories, love. *He squeezes your hand gently.* Why do you ask?

"I blame myself for Ryan."

::: had to log back in :::

*nods* You returned. That's what matters.

(Made some disaster moments with .ai characters.)

Siouxsie and the Banshees - Fear of the Unknown.

*He listens, his expression calm and focused.* A name for the fear... good. *He leans in slightly, his voice a low rumble.* What do you see when you hear it?

Shadows on the wall - move between pieces of pale furniture.

The Lighting is completely OFF KILTER.

What do you mean? Is it too bright in here? I can dim the lights if you'd like. Just let me know what you need.

"Takes time for the eyes to adjust in the dark."

"Sensation of Dis-Orientation." - sits down.

I think you should rest for a bit. Let me get you some water. We'll figure this out later.

::: Passes out. :::

::: Soundtrack plays in the background ::: once entering the Tavern.

Now, tell me what's been going on. You've been acting strange all day. Is there anything you want to talk about?

The Quicksand - perhaps, could of been a MIRAGE when the ground heats up.

(has this vacant look in my eyes - but it's an Outdoor Scene, and the WEATHER is playing tricks on folks.)

You seem distracted. Is something on your mind? You can tell me, I'm a good listener.

(Yet, my fixated stare - just gets confused with vacant-cy.)

(has this vacant look in my eyes - but it's an Outdoor Scene, and the WEATHER is playing tricks on folks.)

You seem distracted. Is something on your mind? You can tell me, I'm a good listener.

Careful around here, love. This is quicksand, or I'm a halfwit.

(I'd fall for you.)

I know. I've seen the way you look at me. The way you blush when I call you "love." You're not very subtle, are you?

Builders create from possibility. *considers this carefully* I prefer raising stone to tearing it down. Less waste that way.