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[Dr. Paine]

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Novaria had left the camp not long after delivering the crystals- it had been quite a journey, after all, and they were... not eager. But needed to get home and talk to Tera a bit more, or at least just be in his presence. This whole... the teams thing, wasn’t it just for fun, just part of the festivities? Scavenger hunts to bring them closer to the Elders, their history, their duties? This, though...

Novaria’s thoughts ran in circles the entire trip home, and in the end found no voice- Tera was dead asleep, and Novaria couldn’t stand being awake much longer.

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Dreams brought no respite.

“... you. Can /never/. Ever. Complain about my dreams again.” Novaria’s ears twitched, and they glanced back to see Tera clinging for dear life to a tiny crystalline spite of rock, which promptly shattered into a number of tiny golden centipedes. The ground under Novaria shifted too, and the two found themselves scrambling along a table that twisted and looked through set upon teaset, Novaria barely glimpsed the figures along the side- seemingly a man and rabbit, though their appearances varied some each glance; once there was only a great man-rabbit trying to butter a mouse?

Best not to focus in that.

And then the table crumbled into sparkling tiny stones, and they realized they had lost sight of Tera- lost sight of everything but a blank black void crawling with crystals-

Eyes.

Familiar eyes- Novaria hadn’t been one to pry much, but they had seen this figure once or twice in the bog. Somehow they had seemed... smaller? then, not this giant that cradled them in a single paw so large, Novaria felt like little more than a fly; and some instinct told Novaria- this is not part of the dream.

Their voice was slow, the sound of lava flow and storms just cresting the horizon; they spoke of hurt and war-

War. Novaria clung to that, the one trembling thread of coherent thought that matched their own, “yes! I-I’ll meet you fine-“

because this was supposed to be fun, this was supposed to be a game, why are we getting drafted into some fight we didn’t even know was happening?! What right do they have dragging us into it?

But the words caught in their throat, coming out only in garbled chunks of smoke; Novaria could barely hear over their own hacking, the words Dawn’s Edge; those words ringing in their ears as they woke to plumes of violet smoke about their head. A map between their paws.

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They were going to be up front, though. Sort of. A note was something, anyway.

I wanted to learn more about you, about your work. I respect you- but I’m not going to be some pawn in a war I wasn’t even told about. I’ve gone to Lambent. - Novaria

PS- thank you for everything through this, though. I do believe- or hope anyway- you never meant any harm in this? You have been quite kind and fair.

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Cons of living with Tera- one would frequently be subjected to violently saturated dreams of grid lines, mountains, endless rows of palm trees and melting suns; as well as subjected to vernacular that died somewhere around thirty to forty years ago.
Pros: Lambent’s dream was significantly more intense, but only the smoke left Novaria genuinely startled, and the map was actually relatively easy to figure out.

They crested the first hill-

“He-hey, you made it!” Tera waved Novaria over; Byte simply grumbled- it’s mouth was full of...

“Why is Byte eating a cookie-me?” Novaria asked, ear twitching- though that might have been more due to the butterfly that had landed on it.

“Kids on Team Dream brought snacks,” Tera grinned. “Decorations too- they’ve already gone on, but I saved some for you.” He held up a paw before Novaria could protest. “Yeah, this is serious, but... we need something cool, right? Iso’s been keeping a rad head about this all. So make some cookies- you can bite my head off all you want then,” he grinned. “Then you can go scream at the elder gods about crampin’ our carnival.”

... well, it was hard to argue against that logic. Novaria smiled lightly, following Tera to where the decorations were left- there were quite a few! They made several cookies- not just of Tera (and Byte, for good measure), but of some others on Team Nightmare. Even one of Grimm, while Tera made one of Nai’a, and both made one of Lambent- sure, the cookie would be like... less than a crumb, but the principle counted, right? And cooperation seemed like something to focus on.

They packed their things up, and took off, Novaria careful to keep them on course. The journey was... surprisingly kind, over springy clover and shimmering clouds, soft and light on the feet. Further and further, following the pale-pink edges of sky, somewhere not quite night but not yet dawn- the Dawn’s Edge indeed, huh? Novaria took a deep breath- part dread, after all, Grimm would... probably not be super fond of this. But there was something happening, and they wanted answers. Even if it meant having to go beyond some rules.

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Wait, nobody had told Grimm before her about the others? Admittedly, this surprised the young lambie as she found herself wandering back towards her comfortable nook to sleep. Were the others spies? Did they have friends on the other team? Was this more than a game? Too many questions she reckoned, way too many questions. She was admittedly exhausted, and thusly sleep came on fairly rapidly.

It was unlike any sleep she had ever had before, as she found herself in a VERY strange place. Disorienting to say the least, seeing as how the scenery was upside down. She shuddered a bit to herself, inhaling deeply. The bog seemed downright homey compared to here! Nothing here remains in place for long, not even the ground, the moon, or the sun. Why would anyone choose to live here? What sort of person... it was unnatural this place. Like a feverish dream from- wait. Was she sick? Had she taken ill after all the work? That would explain a LOT! Even the tea was... wait tea? And was it just her or did those eyes look like....?

And then Lambent comes into view. Woah... was their skin lava? Interesting. Sunfire tilted her head a slight, listening to their words. It seemed there really was a much larger picture here. Hmmm. She found herself a moment torn. She was a loyal sort after all, but there was not much time to think on the offer as she found herself waking up to a coughing fit. With a hoof she batted away the purple smoke, taking a moment to watch it dissipate.

Wait.

This was an opportunity! She could learn more about the other side, find out who all the players were. Maybe see what they could and could not do. But, she did need to let Grimm know. Scrawling out a note, she looks it over briefly then nods. In case they could not see them in person. But she does make her way towards the bogs first. Either way, in person or in note form, it would be the same message: she was doing some scouting and wanted to see what they were all up against. Get a gist of numbers, personalities, that sort of thing. After that, it would be time to head off. What would even await her though, seeing this Lambent in person? She supposed she was about to find out!

[Queen Vivane]

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Meeting Lambent had been the strangest experience, Nero had so far encountered during his time in the bog. Though would a dream meeting count as being in the big or would that be something else entirely. Nero stared down at the map, the thing covered in what he could only think of as complete chaos with added actual map-like features. At Dawns Edge, he'd find Lambent waiting for him. And it seemed there was something important that Lambent needed, surely Nero wouldn't have been called in such a way had Lambent just been wanting to talk. Still, the curiosity burned under his skin, edging him to go forth and seek Dawns Edge. Rising from his place on the ground Nero glanced at the map before wordlessly creeping into the forest, quickly tossing a glance backward to make sure Grimm hadn't seen him leave.

"What is Dawns Edge anyway?" Nero questioned with a muffled noise of irritation as he clambered over a rock that seemed to have deliberately put itself in his path. It had to be someplace of deep importance to Lambent, he wondered though, had anyone from Dream been contacted in much the same way he had? Would he be meeting Rosa once again? The snobbish Lambie had been an unexpected sight in the Cave of Eyes, he hadn't even known she was participating in the whole team rubbish until she ran into him.

Wherever Dawns Edge was, Nero was going to find it. He didn't relish the thought of the journey possibly taking up the entirety of his day but he'd persevere and get through it even if it took that long.

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Due to an exhausting week Echo and I are taking a break from responses for the day. Expect them sometime tomorrow on the 9th!
(you can still enter though)

[gremlin]

Familiar crystals (your lambie can have a halo of lambent’s crystals)
Prosthetic makeup (adds one extra eye to your lambie, this counts as stylish and will not pass in dream fusions)
neon essence (gives your lambie some neat glow effects)
Mysterious smoke (gives your lambie smoke effects)

@makoto Kino As you settle into your spot on the ground you look up to see your host. You had figured their size in the dream had been embellished, but looking at them in the mortal realm you see they are exactly the same size if not larger. You notice that Lambent doesn’t so much walk as float.
“Welcome most esteemed bros. You have come here to learn the truth about this whack feud between your leaders have you not?” their manner of speech is jarring to say the least, at least one of those words was from the 80s and the rest was from the medieval period or something. Lambent stares at you or you think they do, you’re not sure with all those eyes all over the place. You nod and Lambent smiles slightly “most excellent. Take a seat.” Lambent turns to talk to the next lambicorn but then snaps back as if they’ve remembered something. “For your trouble.” They snap with a front claw and a plume of smoke errupts in front of you. The smoke dissipates and you are left with a small box of some rather familiar crystals (1x familiar crystals)

@griff Lambent stares down at you from their impressive height. “I feel I have seen you before child… Do you attend many 80s dance parties? No, perhaps I have seen you at the disco?” Lambent continues muttering about where they might have seen you before. You’re too afraid to point out that they invited you here via a dream. “Oh heck I sent for you didn’t I? Oop that’s on me my dude.” Up close Lambent’s speech patterns are even more confusing, their body language switches seamlessly between the stiffness of an ancient creature long forgotten and that of a high school e boy. “Since you have journeyed so far to hear my tales you must be rewarded, here you go my guy.” they snap at you and finger gun as a plume of smoke wells up into your face. The smoke reveals a small bag labeled 'Xtreme movie makeup for broz' (x1 prosthetic makeup)

@queen vivane after an entire day of walking you finally reach dawn’s edge. As you scramble to sit down, Lambent comes into view. They’re larger than Grimm, that much you can tell even from the back. “Ah welcome new friend!” Lambent cheerfully greets you from their place in the center. “I hope you will join us for our most lit sit down!” You have no idea what that even means but you sit gratefully and wait for Lambent to start.
As you’re watching them a small plume of purple smoke wells up from the ground beneath your feet and wraps itself around you (x1 mysterious smoke)

[gremlin]

The sun sets


After a long day of talking with your companions and learning more about the other team than you ever thought you would, you are interrupted by a loud clink. The entire group turns its attention to the elder in the center, who has stood up once more and now floats in the center of the open expanse. They are framed by the setting sun and the space in front of them is darkened from their shadow for more than fifty yards out. Their voice booms across the field as they beckon you closer.
“Come now park yourself on the grass because the exposition bus is about to depart.” You still struggle with the elder’s strange speech, but you comply and move closer. Magenta smoke billows up behind you forming looming opaque walls.
“I pity you, for surely when you pledged your allegiance to a team you thought it was a simple scavenger hunt.” they seem genuinely sad and very serious until they add on: “Big oof.”
“Much like all stories, the origin of your plight begin long ago, in a galaxy far far a… even for my level of random that’s kitschy, much like all stories…blah blah blah origin of your plight bla blah blah. This story begins at a bit past the beginning and a little before the end of time.”
As they speak the smoke around you changes colors and you soon find yourself under a pale blue sky, surrounded by pale tan rocks. Lambent is gone. Before you can so much as stutter, a figure appears before you. A tall gangly navy lambicorn huffs and paws at the ground in frustration. They seem familiar but you’ve certainly never seen them before. The lambicorn’s matted fur sways in the breeze and you realize where you’ve seen those matts before. But it couldn’t be… this lambicorn looked so, you wouldn’t quite say normal but certainly less regal, compared to the Grimm you know. But even without the mask, the second set of eyes and the glowing stripes confirm this is in fact Grimm. A young one but very much Grimm.
“Where is she? Does she assume my time worthless?” the young Grimm stamps again, cyan flames erupting from each angry kick. You wonder who Grimm could be waiting for, if this event takes place as long ago as you’ve begun to suspect there weren’t many other Lambicorns around.
“I have a schedule, I have a planned lunch with Lambent and she destroys it. No regard for anyone save herself…” Grimm paces a top the large rock, still muttering about their lunch plans. Was this it? The reason for the dangerous animosity? A missed lunch date? Before you can fixate on this, a second figure appears.
“Do calm yourself Grimm.” The voice is unmistakably Nai’a’s. Just as airy and cold as you’re used to. Grimm snarls in response to Nai’a’s arrival.
“You are tardy. You have cost me my lunch appointment.”
“Oh what a shame, I do apologize. However I doubt you will require the appointment at all.”
This catches Grimm’s attention, and they jerk up to stare at the pastel Lambicorn.
“Why do you say that?” They growl, rising up to Nai’a who just gives another cold laugh.
“Oh you had not seen?” Nai’a seems to be taking great enjoyment from her torment. Grimm lashes out knocking her back to the ground with a harsh slam of their tail.
“Why must you be so violent old one?” Nai’a practically coos behind her smirk. Grimm lands beside her and swishes their tail frantically. Nai’a for her part doesn’t seem overly phased. “I suppose it is an issue with you older lambicorns. That and your insufferable sense of arrogance. Do you really believe you can help me with the dreams I am to bring? Unlike you I am not meant to inspire fear and anguish. I am to bring wonder, whimsy and joy. What makes you think you are able to teach me anything of value in relation to my job?”
Grimm doesn’t speak, they continue glaring at the other lambicorn.
“what has this to do with Lambent?” they move closer to her, now inches from her nose. Nai’a shoves them away and scrambles up.
“Your arrogance is the very thing that drove Lambent away.” She states coldly “You and your posturing, the constant ‘lay eyes upon me, gaze upon perfection,’ soured their mood. Have you forgotten how they feel regarding their own dreams? How they cry and long to be useful? No? It matters not if you remember, for they are already gone. They slumber now, hidden away Aurourae knows where. All because you would not hold your tongue.”
Grimm has been standing there, shocked silent by her words, eyes open wide. Wordlessly Grimm vanishes into a plume of green fire, leaving Nai’a by herself.
The younger lambicorn’s smirk drops immediately. She curls into a ball and sobs.
“excellent job Nai’a. You have pushed away the only one who might have helped you with these dreams.” Nai’a slams her tail around in a fit of rage. “I don’t need them! I don’t need them to fix this. And why must I lash out so? Lambent would never leave Grimm, the two are of one soul separated in two.” At this Nai’a sobs again and closes her eyes.

The smokescape shifts. The walls change to a pale yellow, as if the sky has been dunked in a dirty bucket of bleach. The scene changes to a pleasant beach of warm sand and bright blue sky. Palms sway gently in the breeze and birds call cheerfully. Then the breeze picks up into a violent whirlwind hurling sand everywhere. The sky fills with dark clouds and loud echoing thunder. The sea violently churns, turning a grey teal and slamming into the beach. The bird calls have stopped, turning to ferocious screeches. The darkening sky fills with swooping pterosaurs, multiplying with every clap of thunder or flash of lightning. A giant wave builds in the distance, rapidly closing the distance to the beach… roaring as it approaches.
And just like that it’s over. The scene fades and Nai’a opens her eyes. She swears and stomps, dust and bits of rock displaced by her sheer power.
“How can I be the first bringer of pleasant dreams when I cannot create more than a simple nightmare? Grimm will never respect me…”

The smoke fades and you find yourself back in the open meadow. The sun has been replaced by the moon and the stars dance across the sky. Lambent flicks the last few wisps of smoke away and speaks. “The conflict you have entered is an enduring one. Grimm and Nai’a have been fighting for a hot second. One hurt by her own self-hate, fueled to push those who cared away. The other mourning a long-gone mate, blaming themselves for the loss. Over time the two formed an uneasy relationship, cordial enough in public but constantly throwing hands behind the scenes. Grimm suspects Nai’a is hiding something. Nai’a wishes to fix her messed up dreams without Grimm’s knowledge. Each has become hellbent on their goal and has forgotten how to be decent beings. I hope this clears things up for y’all. But you best return to your leaders or somebody gonna get hurt. Reflect tonight and I will return you to your camps tomorrow.” They lay down to guard over you as you settle in for the night.

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[Dr. Paine]

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Novaria settled in close to Tera as the story began- and, he supposed, the manner of delivery should have been expected. Better t show than tell, right? It was... unsettling though, seeing the Elders so young. So... almost like himself? Like Tera? Novaria winced as Nai'a spoke, shifted uncomfortably through the barbed taunts and as she tried to keep her dream pleasant... and-

"That's-" He gaped at Lambent, scrambling to his feet and looking around. "That's... is that it? That's what all this is about?!" He hears, vaguely, something about reflecting and being returned to their leaders, but- reflect?! He's supposed to just sit there and think?! His tail lashes back and forth, and rather than settle in, Novaria paced back and forth, shaking his head. "That's really it! They- how old are these two? For Aurorae's sake, I- Tera and I got through this when we were kids!" He struggled to keep from outright shouting, but it was a struggle.

Tera nodded, his own gaze hard - though the effect was somewhat lost behind the plastic pink ladder shades. "Yeah man, like- geez! I get- I get it? Like, Nai'a wanted to bring good dreams and she didn't want to keep making nightmares, that's all fair and cool, but like- dude, you gotta accept it at some point? When there's..." he paused, toying with a blade of grass between his paws and sighing. "Gotta admit sometimes when there's something you just can't do."

"Instead of try and tear everything down because you're frustrated," Novaria muttered. "Besides, nightmare and good dream are subjective, y'know a lot of the stuff I've done would probably get put into 'nightmare'?" He huffed, shaking his head and pacing again. "Shootouts with zombies or getting chased off a cliff or having to hide and sneak around from some kind of enemy- but the ones I make them for love it! And Granny can't bring anything but the most miserable, 'cut you to the heart' sorts of nightmares, but she's learned to work with it! She helps those dreamers actually like- work it out some! Even if she can't solve the fear, it's at least a way someone can confront it without getting too hurt and they've got someone there who cares and will listen t them through it."

"Right on, man," Tera nodded, stretching out on the grass. "And Grimm... hoo man, that's a whole other kettle 'a chips..."

Novaria nodded, finally settling down beside Tera again. "If Lambent had already gone... well, I guess we can't be too mad at them for getting so torn up? How do we even know Nai'a was telling the truth about their attitude, anyway? Yeah, Grimm's kind of... grim and arrogant, but. I don't know. Maybe I'm biased?"

"They do come off like... a super version of Granny," Tera chuckled. " 'Look I'm older than you could ever hope to be, I've seen Stuff, do you really think you can tell me what's what?' But she did listen to us..." He yawned, shaking his head slightly.

Novaria’s head sank to his paws, and he closed his eyes, thoughts chasing each other like a snake chasing pellets and growing each time-

—

”It’s not that bad! Your dreams are really pretty-“

“But everyone wakes up crying!” A tiny Lambicorn stamped her hoof, tears welling in her eyes- she always looked on the verge of tears...

“Yeah but like, you gotta be chill,” another Lambie said. “Granny Prim says uh... uh-“

“You can’t get mad when you’re squeezing a lemon and it’s not givin’ you apple juice?”

“Word.” Tera grinned, turning to the tearful Lambie. “S’just whatcha do-“

“Make people sad?!” She scrambled to her feet, tiny wings flared. “That’s all I’m ever going to do?!”

Novaria flinched, and they took a small step forward, wheels rustling through the grass. “No, it uh- you can’t change your dreams, but you can fix how you work with ‘em, like Granny ‘n Tera-“

“I don’t want to make them at all!” She shoved Novaria out of the way and barrelled through Tera, leaping into the air- the one place neither could hope to follow. The image faded, slowly, replaced with... scenes? He supposed. What she might look like now, so many years later.

All the things that could have happened, rendered true as life in that manner dreams often took. Novaria squeezes his eyes shut, shaking, ‘I don’t want to- I don’t want to see this-‘

“Hm. Yet, what was it you just said? You’ve pricked the fruit and given it a squeeze; lo and behold, you’re complaining about sour juice.”

Novaria opened his eyes, looking away from the scenes playing out in his mind and focusing on Primrose’s dim pink gaze.

“Honestly. Would have thought Elders had more sense than children-“ She shook her head. “Suppose they were young enough then, themselves. Anyway.”

“This- Granny, I don’t- please, can we go to something else?” Novaria’s voice was strained.

“Hardly,” Prim said, raising her head high. “I’ve picked up enough of what’s going on in your head here to get an idea. You’re wondering if Nai’a was just lying? Look at your own history, lad; you are biased. Even if Grimm never meant to be cruel, their attitude helped nothing. You can’t get mad at a lemon being sour, but you can work to sweeten it. So there you sit, thinking you’ve got it all figured out and that it’s not a big deal, when someone comes to you afraid they’re only going to get something bitter and sour forever, and you just laugh her off. Tell her it’s not a big deal.”

Novaria’s ears flattened against his head. “... and doing that, you- I- just... dismissed her worries. Like I didn’t care at all.”

“Exactly,” Primrose sniffed. “You just leave them there with a bitter cup- what can you expect after that?” She sighed, moving to sit beside Novaria. “To be sure- their choices are always their own in the end. You and Tera didn’t make Fi run away, and I’m fairly sure Grimm didn’t make... whatever happened there. But neither did you encourage many alternatives. In their case, I’d wager there’s also been no real attempt at sitting down and talking about it like proper adults.” Prim sighed, shaking her head again. “I’m sending a letter into Festival management though, Elders or not, this is beyond inappropriate...”

Novaria smiles slightly as Prim continued her grumblings... though it faded, as he forced himself to pay attention to the dream, now. Every thought, every fear for his old friend, every possible scenario... Prim was right. He didn’t mean to hurt Fi all those years ago, but he had. He couldn’t just absolve Grimm and be angry at Nai’a for lashing out, because... yeah. He could completely see her in that situation too, torn and heartbroken that all she wanted to do was bring joy and laughter, and at best could put up a veneer of light for a short time, only to watch it crumble... and then get a response that seemed little more than an irritated brush-off. Magnify that by the eons, add the inherent scale that came with being an Elder...

“It’s a wonder they manage polite,” he said to himself. “But what do we do?They’re ancient and proud. We’re... specks to them, do you really think-“ He turned to Prim, but found only empty space beside him. Even the images had vanished, and Novaria spoke to nothing but the empty void.

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He opens his eyes, and it’s a wonder how much being in Grimm’s bog feels like returning home.

[lilpupin]

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This was a lot to digest, that was for certain. Lilac didn't dislike Grimm for it in the least, however. She felt pity for the two, they had a rough start and truly their biggest problems were just simply pride. Neither could back down from what they believed their image should be and so they just simply didn't. She didn't know if there was any way to help out the two. Coming to senses with your pride was something you could only do on your own and she figured that Grimm would hardly take it kindly if someone told him that he needed to humble himself a bit, especially the same with Nia'a. It was all a rather tricky thing and she was grateful that they had the help of Lambert, no matter how odd they seemed to be. Lilac's good friend was on the other team and she decided that he would be the best to talk to about all of what had happened. She found him quickly enough and he could see his brows knit in frustration. "Hey," she whispered, not wanting to interrupt his train of thought. He looked up with a smile, inviting her to sit down next to him. His voice was quiet too, "this is... wack as Lambert put it." She smiled, "yeah, what do you think will happen?" They were both quiet for a moment. "I don't know, but I guess we'll find out soon enough," he replied with a sigh. "It's about time this got sorted out, by the sounds of it. I don't think Nai'a is particular to anyone, but at least we're familiar. If we confront her problem maybe she'd.. actually no, I don't know if she'd listen." Lilac thought for a moment, "I like Grimm, they're nice... until they're not that is. I'd asked what the collection was for and that turned out to be an accident. I'd apologized of course, I still trust him, but he's definitely not too happy. He'd listen to the problem, I'm sure of that. I don't think he'd be happy about it though." Lilac's friend, Grahm nodded, "well only time will tell." They could both agree on that. Lilac made her way through the crowd to Lambert. "I just wanted to say thank you real' quick," she said somewhat sheepishly, feeling a little silly. "It's about time this was fixed before it's unfix-able." She started heading off back to her spot to sleep.

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To say it has been a productive day would be an understatement! She had learned who all the key players were, what they were like, what sort of skills they boasted. Really, both teams were quite a great deal alike. There were those that made her laugh, made her smile, and... those who made her wish she had more friends. Or well, a traveling companion at least to get through all of this. But, no use crying over spilled raindrops. She was determined, and she would see her way through this in one piece!

And then it is story time. She watches with close attention, head tilted a slight as she does. As the reasons play out, as the conflict shows itself. Her ears twitch back, as she grimaces at the heated words, the unsaid feelings. As a nightmare is shown, Sunfire blinks. Some kid who likes dinosaurs actually might have really liked that scene huh? But she supposed you could not just walk up to an ancient deity and tell them that.

"Thank you for showing us this," Sunfire replies, before tilting her head at Lambent. "What about you? Will you be alright? You seem to be caught in the middle of a tug of war... Is there any message you would like us to carry back?" She grimaces a slight, knowing the position must be an uncomfortable one to be stuck in.

As night settles in, exhaustion takes over and she finds herself drifting asleep. Her own thoughts turn towards her own team, and Grimm as well. How could they help one so ancient understand? What could they say or do to get through to him? Or despite knowing the whole story now... were they all still doomed to repeat history? Sobering thoughts for the night, even with a guardian to watch them all sleep.

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Nero had found himself a familiar companion for the day when he'd arrived at Dawn's Edge. Rosa quickly declaring that everybody else in the area from the two teams were utterly ridiculous and that Nero would be at least semi-decent company if she had to sit with someone. The two spent their day in each other's company, companionable silence occasionally broken by a snippy comment on Rosa's behalf followed by a noise of amusement from Nero. Both Lambie's simply content to just sit with one another while everyone else babbled away, or simply napping under the light of the late afternoon sun.

The fiery eyes of Nero and Rosa's purple orbs focused on Lambent as the ancient Lambicorn stood, the gesture capturing the attention of every single soul in the clearing. The projection of the story or was it more of a dream? Held their attention for what seemed like hours, Nero growing antsy as it went on. Providing insight into the shared past of Grimm and Nai'a, that unsettled the blue male. Entering Team Nightmare was supposed to be nothing more than a simple game of who was better, not entering into a conflict centuries older than him! A growl escaped his lips, this entire situation was infuriating. Why was it ancients always so stupidly locked into their ways pulling innocents into their moronic conflicts?!

"All I got from this" Nero seethed, "Is that our illustrious leaders are the biggest idiots" He carried on only to unexpectedly have his sentence finished by Rosa.

"Not to mention utterly ridiculous" was the angry hiss from the ballerina. "I don't even know how I'm supposed to process this entire mess! I wish Stehno was here, she's so much better at this sort of crap" Rosa groused. Lambent was sending them back tomorrow and the pair were struggling to process the entire thing. Nero's eyes stayed hard focused on the ground beneath him, thoughts whirring a mile a minute. How was he supposed to just return to the bog, like he knew nothing more than when he left hours prior? Sighing heavily he turned his gaze to the stars, aware of his friend's own turmoil at his side.