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azuresong) wrote in dreamcrystals2024-01-22 11:55 pm
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☁ 002 | Welcome to... Bistro Feendrache?
Sender: Lyria
To: Open to everyone!
Subject: Passive dream recording
The scene opens up to a bustling restaurant; a well lit establishment with elegant lights hanging from the banisters, along with white cloths covering each flowered table. There's a feeling of warmth here. A comfortable, relaxing vibes that feels like a breath of fresh air the moment you step inside. Amongst the beaty of it all the staff is hurrying from one location to another. There are hurried whispers of a grand opening, and soon the guests will begin to arrive! There wasn't much time to waste!
You can feel a sense of both excitement and urgency boiling in the pit of your stomach. The restaurant— Bistro Feendrache— would soon be open to the public!
"Vane, stop goofing off and get back into the kitchen!" A sharp voice breaks through the indistinguishable chatter with a snap, causing a large man nearby to stiffen up.
"I'm going, I'm going!" The blonde man yells back, his tone drenched with grief. From the looks of it there was much to still prepare, and very little time to do it! "Lyria, can you help me with the last batch? It's almost time...!"
Almost as if on cue, Lyria emerge from behind a counter, already equipped with her handy-dandy apron and whisk!
"I'm ready to help wherever I can!" She chimes happily with determination. Everyone was given a specific task in order to help make sure the affairs before the opening would run smoothly, and being flexible was one of her duties! So with a cheer she'll race off to the kitchen to assist.
The scene flashes to the inside of the kitchen, where Lyria is pacing around looking at the different ingredients. She was so prepared before... but now? She seems a little worried.
"Hmm... he didn't give any specific directions about what to make, so what should it be? It's almost Valentine's Day so maybe... chocolate? Mochi? Oooh, I can't decide!"
But suddenly, a voice breaks her thoughts.
"Do you... need help decidin'?" It's deep. Dark. And a sudden chill floats through the once quiet backroom as the girl snaps her head in the direction of the sound. There's a corner of the room with no light and it's difficult to see beyond it expect a pair of bright yellow glowing eyes.
Eyes that were looking right at you.
Hesitant, Lyria takes a step back, frowning. "I- I do. But who are—"
Just before she can finish her sentence, the pair of eyes seem to be getting closer, and soon a form emerges from the shadows.
A form walking eerily closer to you.
Closer.... closer...
Before the figure appears beside her. It's soulless gaze never once leaving hers. Never blinking.
Yet, despite this, Lyria seems relieved.
"Oh, Vyrn! It's only you! You scared me for a second there." There is no response at first from the dragon(?), but the air around the room feeling... off. There's a sense of unpleasantness that drifts in here. However Lyria doesn't seem to mind as the scene continues with her taking hold of Vyrn(?)'s hand and guiding them to the cutting table.
"So what should we make?" She asks, about to reach for a couple of ingredients.
The scene pans upward, almost as if it was beginning to fade—
"How about the defeat of our enemies?"
—and begins to grows darker—
"... Huh?"
—before it fades completely.
To: Open to everyone!
Subject: Passive dream recording
The scene opens up to a bustling restaurant; a well lit establishment with elegant lights hanging from the banisters, along with white cloths covering each flowered table. There's a feeling of warmth here. A comfortable, relaxing vibes that feels like a breath of fresh air the moment you step inside. Amongst the beaty of it all the staff is hurrying from one location to another. There are hurried whispers of a grand opening, and soon the guests will begin to arrive! There wasn't much time to waste!
You can feel a sense of both excitement and urgency boiling in the pit of your stomach. The restaurant— Bistro Feendrache— would soon be open to the public!
"Vane, stop goofing off and get back into the kitchen!" A sharp voice breaks through the indistinguishable chatter with a snap, causing a large man nearby to stiffen up.
"I'm going, I'm going!" The blonde man yells back, his tone drenched with grief. From the looks of it there was much to still prepare, and very little time to do it! "Lyria, can you help me with the last batch? It's almost time...!"
Almost as if on cue, Lyria emerge from behind a counter, already equipped with her handy-dandy apron and whisk!
"I'm ready to help wherever I can!" She chimes happily with determination. Everyone was given a specific task in order to help make sure the affairs before the opening would run smoothly, and being flexible was one of her duties! So with a cheer she'll race off to the kitchen to assist.
The scene flashes to the inside of the kitchen, where Lyria is pacing around looking at the different ingredients. She was so prepared before... but now? She seems a little worried.
"Hmm... he didn't give any specific directions about what to make, so what should it be? It's almost Valentine's Day so maybe... chocolate? Mochi? Oooh, I can't decide!"
But suddenly, a voice breaks her thoughts.
"Do you... need help decidin'?" It's deep. Dark. And a sudden chill floats through the once quiet backroom as the girl snaps her head in the direction of the sound. There's a corner of the room with no light and it's difficult to see beyond it expect a pair of bright yellow glowing eyes.
Eyes that were looking right at you.
Hesitant, Lyria takes a step back, frowning. "I- I do. But who are—"
Just before she can finish her sentence, the pair of eyes seem to be getting closer, and soon a form emerges from the shadows.
A form walking eerily closer to you.
Closer.... closer...
Before the figure appears beside her. It's soulless gaze never once leaving hers. Never blinking.
Yet, despite this, Lyria seems relieved.
"Oh, Vyrn! It's only you! You scared me for a second there." There is no response at first from the dragon(?), but the air around the room feeling... off. There's a sense of unpleasantness that drifts in here. However Lyria doesn't seem to mind as the scene continues with her taking hold of Vyrn(?)'s hand and guiding them to the cutting table.
"So what should we make?" She asks, about to reach for a couple of ingredients.
The scene pans upward, almost as if it was beginning to fade—
"How about the defeat of our enemies?"
—and begins to grows darker—
"... Huh?"
—before it fades completely.