#📚 support: ninian

[nabataprophet]

heritors of arcadia

In spite of getting dragged from your Academy beds and made to solve problems in the middle of nowhere, these weeks spent in the village have given you all the best sleep of your lives. Tonight, you and your friends are whisked off to shared a dream of the past, what is now an idyllic world that adapts easily to your desires and expectations. Your mistakes, the pain others have inflicted on you, the things you’ve lost… everything you wish you could have changed or have control over, this dream gives you the chance to correct the course and make things right again. But as you feel your mind and body getting weaker with every minute you remain asleep, you realize that tearing yourself away from a world where everything is perfect takes a lot more will than simply kicking yourself awake. [Grants Faith +1]

@destinian

Utopia. 

Paradise. 

Those who have heard tell of its existence often used such words to describe the village hidden in the sandstorms of the Nabata desert where humans and dragons live together in peace. And indeed, Arcadia is a peaceful village, one divorced from the passage of time that the rest of the world experiences. The only indication of time passing at all is the humans and those with human blood growing older. Days pass by like grains of sand, heedless of the outside world. This is the home where Sophia has spent the majority of her long life and it is where she will return once she is done with her time at Garreg Mach.

There is one thing out of place, however; one tiny detail that betrays this as a dream and not reality. Sophia knows everyone in this tiny village, from the youngest babe to the elders who have been here since its founding, and yet here stands a stranger in the sands. It isn’t like when Bern invaded, though, because even in this dream, Sophia can feel her blood resonating.

Even so, to call her a complete stranger feels wrong as well. Twenty-something odd years ago, she had seen this exact light blue shade of hair, almost translucent in its resemblance to frost, in her visions. Sophia had seen bits and flashes of what was happening in the outside world, but it wasn’t enough to receive permission to become further involved than sneaking off to offer up a single talisman and well wishes.

“…You are…?”