112th of Ashan 722
The next time Woe slipped into the dream world, he was prepared for the difference in atmosphere, the slight shift in consciousness. It was a simple matter for one well accustomed to shfits in consciousness to adjust his to compensate for the dream quality. Woe could sense where he was in the dream world, in relation to the place he'd occupied last night. It was at a lower plane, remote from the place where his secrets were held. Which was a fair and good thing, because this appeared to be where his interpersonal bonds were formed.
He was at a crossroads of sorts, between several different halls, all of them connecting to a central stairwell. The ones closer to the top, he could sense, were relations of a different sort to those in the lower levels. However, to Woe's mind it was not clear just how they differed. It appeared closeness of the bonds that formed determined their location, but for Woe it was very much a chaotic and almost nonsensical thing. There, from where he stood in his black cloak and robe, he could see Vega's gallery, or what he supposed to be Vega's. Along the walls, keepsakes of what few times they'd spent together were gathered. A picture of the avatar he'd taken on in their shared dream, the little girl Woe. Then the corpse flower he'd found on his visit to Hopetoun. And other things besides. He did not venture down through that gallery now, not sure what he'd find at the very end of it. Perhaps it would take her to Vega's dream world?
At any rate, he stood for a few moments, regarding the various hallways and trying to catalogue them mentally, figuring out who they belonged to. There were some which were shutterd entirely, abandoned, ready to be readjusted upon the formation of new bonds? Woe wasn't sure, but the cosmology of his dream world was fascinating to him. Almost as if his mind had a world unto itself.
Yet, eventually all these musings led to the inevitable discovery, and confirmation that these indeed led into the dreamscapes of those with whom Woe shared a personal bond with, whether for good or ill. He found the dilapidated tannery where Erastus had raised him, falling into ramshackle disuse in his death and departure from the realm of the living and the Beneath even. There was a lavish and well-lit hall, which seemed obviously to indicate the corridor between Woe's conscious and that of Magpie, both of the men in recent arcs having left each other with their mark. Although Woe wasn't sure what he would find at the other end. Magpie had not been heard of in a couple arcs. Not at least by him, or any of his loose contacts in the cities he'd been in.
It was as if he'd disappeared, yet his corridor seemed well kept, as if it was visited often. Strange.
Woe walked along the spiral until he came upon a cavern that reminded him of the time spent in Augiery, and specifically the caverns where Kuvarakh made his lair. There, he remembered he'd met Sage. Although... was it possible that Woe could contact a Dragon through the dreamworld? Somehow he doubted it. No, this was likely his connection to Sage.
