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[PM chimes in, looking at the camera thoughtfully. She's wearing a scarf and her winter mail hat to cover the worst of the damage, but one can still see scratches in her carapace from the implied ordeal.] Oh, greetings.
Um. "Within sleeps the dreamers—not only princes and princesses, but queens and pawns and consorts, too." [PM pauses, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. She's not a natural storyteller, so she's quickly drawing upon whatever she can remember of Prospitian fairy tales.] "Their sleep was not guided by a distant star, blue or green or a blanket of unfallen snow, but by—" um, "by a god that could not be seen by eyes made for light."
[PM looks back at Puck expectantly, quietly. She isn't sure that she likes this game, but she can't be the only one who didn't have the heart to tell others about the shadow dome.]