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kingdoms_of_auradon2023-06-16 10:37 pm
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Stronger With Those Daddy Issues
Waking to bird song isn't exactly shocking in Auradon, but it seems... louder than usual on the first morning of the event. And there is a reason for that. Auradon has been visited by a rather large flock of Golden pheasants. An odd flock as experienced birders might notice there are only the brightly coloured males in evidence. But there isn't much time to think about that because with them comes... a complication.
Now this is Auradon, of course, so the only mess the birds are dropping are bright colourful feathers. But the feathers, like the flowers last month randomly trigger a memory. Once again the memory shows in 3D, looking the most solid to the one who touched the feather - and unwittingly contributed the memory. No one can interact with it, and no matter how solid it looks, the figures and places and things in the memory can be walked through with ease. Well, physical ease, anyway. The memory, once again, will not be from the perspective of the one it belongs to; they and their companion or companions will be observing from a third party perspective, thus allowing a person to see their own face in the memories without the aid of a mirror.
The memories this time are memories of fathers and paternal figures. Generally good memories. After all, this is Auradon.
If one interacts closely with the birds or their feathers they might also have strong vivid dreams of their paternal figure. Again, genrally happy dreams given this is Auradon. While the birds will fly away after two weeks, and the feathers will lose their power to share memories at the same time, for every day spent handling the birds or feathers during the event, the character might have up to that many day of intense dreams after.
Now this is Auradon, of course, so the only mess the birds are dropping are bright colourful feathers. But the feathers, like the flowers last month randomly trigger a memory. Once again the memory shows in 3D, looking the most solid to the one who touched the feather - and unwittingly contributed the memory. No one can interact with it, and no matter how solid it looks, the figures and places and things in the memory can be walked through with ease. Well, physical ease, anyway. The memory, once again, will not be from the perspective of the one it belongs to; they and their companion or companions will be observing from a third party perspective, thus allowing a person to see their own face in the memories without the aid of a mirror.
The memories this time are memories of fathers and paternal figures. Generally good memories. After all, this is Auradon.
If one interacts closely with the birds or their feathers they might also have strong vivid dreams of their paternal figure. Again, genrally happy dreams given this is Auradon. While the birds will fly away after two weeks, and the feathers will lose their power to share memories at the same time, for every day spent handling the birds or feathers during the event, the character might have up to that many day of intense dreams after.
Mallia - open to all - Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ʚїɞ εїз ྅༏༊ 🦋
Which, really, probably said a few things to an attentive observer about their society. If someone looked good wearing something, they looked good in it, and that was that. Long or short hair, dresses and skirts, robes, pants, various items of jewelry... male or female, it was all just aesthetics, wasn't it? And none seemed to wield weapons, in these visions or the previous ones. Perhaps that simply wasn't a thing that happened while crossing paths with the fluttery little insects?
What was she doing this time, to prompt the magic scenes? She was probably actively collecting the feathers as they dropped or she came across them, gently adding them to a spare pillowcase she'd found, or else she was singing or whistling something, her hand outstretched, patiently coaxing one of the brids to her like
a true Disney princessone might expect a kid to try doing. In fact, she might've even taken on the appearance of a child again, to aid her efforts at it... and funny enough, she might've even been succeeding, in drawing them in. She was smiling, enjoying the chance to visit with and gently pet and even try feeding the wildlife, and it showed.((Feel free to suggest a prompt, too! She is hiding nothing here, happy to play.))