Jade Fern Grove I was wild, chasing stones.

She could imagine this place he spoke of, painted with such simple terms, and as the images slowly came to life in her mind she closed her eyes; it was probably not a good idea to close her tired eyes like this, as soon she might just drift in to a dream of this hollow, but... It was too late.

Ibis envisioned a place like Elysium first; her childhood home filled with whispering willows, their tendrils cast in silver light. In the center was the lake — crystal clear in the chilled air and reflecting the moonlight, radiating with it. She imagined it would carry a mist, and she sighed inwardly to think of such a calm little place; Julien's voice kept her tethered to the waking world until he was finished, at which point she had to loose another sigh to jar herself awake again, fully.

It sounds lovely. She comments. Her voice is low, quiet, so sleepy — whatever alluring spell she had cast to keep him close during the telling of the tale had, perhaps, backfired. Ibis didn't want to fall asleep yet, tired as she was. His company was so nice, and she found herself easily trusting that she could slip away here beside him without worry. And yet, you are here with me. Mm.. Not that I... Mind... As she spoke she sort-of drifted, warmed by his nearness. Ibis didn't know what she was saying anymore.