"No, But Please, I'd Like To Learn!" Stelle Smiled.

"...It's my blood color." Stelle paused. "Dreamers who visit here cannot harm me. But if I dare go back, I will not survive."

The book had illustrations of the bizarre traits of the Spectral Trolls, including crystal-like protrusions on the horns.

"Soldan, you may not be able to find this book on Alternia. It is rare. But Harmonus has it, I know they do."

(lone-moon-pierrot) The stars were lovely on Lone Moon, the sky a midnight rainbow of galaxies. Stelle had something for Soldan to see. "Friend, hello."

"Stelle! Good to ssee you again!" a smile, cheerful as it usually was. Soldan walked and stood beside her, an inqusitive head tilt to one side. "I do apologize for being busy, It'ss getting a bit chilly where I live. Sstocking up and whatnot, tiring work!"

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"..." Rennoh gestured for Soldan to come with him. "...How is my sister? I heard, I heard time works differently on Lone Moon."

He held his bell, and looked to the Wilderwood. "Stay with me. We have to find Palmia to proceed safely." He rang the sleigh bell, whose chime echoed through the path.

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

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Once the directions were followed, Soldan would find herself in a triage room at a hospital in Harmonus, specializing in magic and psiionic needs.

A nurse would be quick to Soldan's side to assess her and take her to a cubicle that was sound proofed and darkened until she could be seen.

Soldan was violently trembling on her knees, gripping her left wrist tightly. The left hand was jet black with a dark purple-blue underone and clawed on the fingers. Her shadow magic corruption never lasted this long, and not having the best time dealing with it. It happened before, but this is looking bad.

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Stelle straightened, "I thank His Excellency for inviting me." Stelle presented a velvet black drawstring back. "These are for you."

For the Queen,

A necklace crowned with fine diamonds. The gold shimmered with the moon's glow.

For the King, a ring of gold, only this particular ring was different as far as astronomy signs. This one was made for a larger scale of space and time.

"This has where this world is in this universe, and help map skies beyond what you see."

@itisweselton

It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.

She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.

The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...

She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.

"...You have my sympathies..." Rennoh bid. "Palmia and I never had true Lusii..."

"True." Palmia growled, "We were found as orphan Pupates and I was cast to the Wilderwood. But it worked out. The Golden Hind are my family, but..." Palmia looked at Rennoh. "You aren't going back."

"What?"

"Look at you. You're run ragged." Palmia glanced to Soldan, pondering. "Solan... What do you know of the 'Classpect' thing?"

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."