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Late December, 42 BC
Honey Locust’s Dreamscape, The Tribune Gardens
First: EBC: The Start of a Pattern
Previous: EBC: Nonsense Leads to Understanding
Next: You’re on the Final Part
———

Trust, I watch you fall right through the floor.
And I try, but I don’t care anymore.
Look at what a person you’ve become.
You just turn ‘til you fall and come undone.

Honey Locust blinked and pushed into the light. She wished that the stranger had given her warning to his bright it’d be—

She immediately tripped over a root and crashed down to the ground. She snarled. How lovely. After a couple of blinks to get her bearings. The Tribune started recognizing her surroundings. Bright greens and flowers, stone fences. Tall looming trees.

No one was here though. The sky was misty, and there wasn’t a soul in sight. It was sort of eerie. She sighed and started moving about. Well. Apparently someone was waiting for her. She oughta try looking for them.

My friend, friend
We’ve come to an end
I painted this picture but the colors don’t blend
And now I can’t deal cause I’d rather be real instead

Honey Locust found herself stopping short. Sitting under the canopy of one of the trees, playing with a rock, was the reflection she saw within her first dream. Chalice.

Gods be damned.

My friend, friend
You’ve got to your head
You tried to use the band aid but you laid cement
And now I can say that it’s too late cause I’m good on friends
I already got enough of them

Chalice had noticed them. And their similar eyes bore into Honey Locust’s to no avail. She couldn’t just run out of there, could she?

Slowly, but surely, Honey Locust moved over to the tree. Taking an uncomfortable shuffle as she got herself adjusted.

"Honey Locust. So good to see you face to face." She tilted her head. "You’re here so… that means you’ve come to talk."

Honey Locust scoffed and looked away. "I don’t talk to cats. I tell cats what I think of them."

Words, they never cut you to the bone
Does it look good up there from your broken throne?

Chalice, nearly identical to Honey Locust’s own movement, took her turn to scoff. "Oh. Then are you tell me what you think?"

"Shut up." Honey Locust hissed. "Who says I want this?"

"Well. You do. Obviously."

"I don’t—" Honey Locust stated. Another look from Chalice brought forth a sigh. "…what if others don’t get it?"

Chalice flicked her tail, "When have you ever cared about what other cats think?"

Honey Locust blinked and shook her head. "I suppose you’re right." There was quiet between the two of them before the Tribune raised her head. "I am not you."

Another pause, then again. "I am not you. My name is Honey Locust, I am not Chalice and I’m not a her."

They reached out a paw and touched Chalice’s shoulder. It felt like moving a paw through a fog. "My name is Honey Locust. I’m a Tribune of the Hunters, and I’m a boy."

He moved closer to Chalice. "Whatever this is. This has never been me. And… it never will. You aren’t real." Honey Locust took a deep breath and then exhaled. With that action pushing his breath forward— Chalice disappeared. Scattering like dust in the wind.

My friend, friend
We’ve come to an end
I’m calling you now
I’m calling you out
You never hear a sound

Word Count: 430
Song Link: "Friend" FRND

And that is the end of that. Honey Locust has finally accepted himself for what he is. And I’m sure his family and friends will be telling him the same thing that all these dream characters have been trying to convince him of. That everything will be fine in the end.

Later on I’ll be hopefully working on some art of him formally telling his family and friends about this. But the main plot line of this has drawn to an end just in time for Honey Locust’s promotion to apprenticeship.

EP Tally:
+4 EP (Detailed) +1 EP (NPC inclusion)
= +5 EP

Honey Locust, Chalice, and Art (c) Breezy-likes-to-RP

Description

Late December, 42 BC
Honey Locust’s Dreamscape, The Tribune Gardens
First: EBC: The Start of a Pattern
Previous: EBC: Nonsense Leads to Understanding
Next: You’re on the Final Part
———

Trust, I watch you fall right through the floor.
And I try, but I don’t care anymore.
Look at what a person you’ve become.
You just turn ‘til you fall and come undone.

Honey Locust blinked and pushed into the light. She wished that the stranger had given her warning to his bright it’d be—

She immediately tripped over a root and crashed down to the ground. She snarled. How lovely. After a couple of blinks to get her bearings. The Tribune started recognizing her surroundings. Bright greens and flowers, stone fences. Tall looming trees.

No one was here though. The sky was misty, and there wasn’t a soul in sight. It was sort of eerie. She sighed and started moving about. Well. Apparently someone was waiting for her. She oughta try looking for them.

My friend, friend
We’ve come to an end
I painted this picture but the colors don’t blend
And now I can’t deal cause I’d rather be real instead

Honey Locust found herself stopping short. Sitting under the canopy of one of the trees, playing with a rock, was the reflection she saw within her first dream. Chalice.

Gods be damned.

My friend, friend
You’ve got to your head
You tried to use the band aid but you laid cement
And now I can say that it’s too late cause I’m good on friends
I already got enough of them

Chalice had noticed them. And their similar eyes bore into Honey Locust’s to no avail. She couldn’t just run out of there, could she?

Slowly, but surely, Honey Locust moved over to the tree. Taking an uncomfortable shuffle as she got herself adjusted.

"Honey Locust. So good to see you face to face." She tilted her head. "You’re here so… that means you’ve come to talk."

Honey Locust scoffed and looked away. "I don’t talk to cats. I tell cats what I think of them."

Words, they never cut you to the bone
Does it look good up there from your broken throne?

Chalice, nearly identical to Honey Locust’s own movement, took her turn to scoff. "Oh. Then are you tell me what you think?"

"Shut up." Honey Locust hissed. "Who says I want this?"

"Well. You do. Obviously."

"I don’t—" Honey Locust stated. Another look from Chalice brought forth a sigh. "…what if others don’t get it?"

Chalice flicked her tail, "When have you ever cared about what other cats think?"

Honey Locust blinked and shook her head. "I suppose you’re right." There was quiet between the two of them before the Tribune raised her head. "I am not you."

Another pause, then again. "I am not you. My name is Honey Locust, I am not Chalice and I’m not a her."

They reached out a paw and touched Chalice’s shoulder. It felt like moving a paw through a fog. "My name is Honey Locust. I’m a Tribune of the Hunters, and I’m a boy."

He moved closer to Chalice. "Whatever this is. This has never been me. And… it never will. You aren’t real." Honey Locust took a deep breath and then exhaled. With that action pushing his breath forward— Chalice disappeared. Scattering like dust in the wind.

My friend, friend
We’ve come to an end
I’m calling you now
I’m calling you out
You never hear a sound

Word Count: 430
Song Link: "Friend" FRND

And that is the end of that. Honey Locust has finally accepted himself for what he is. And I’m sure his family and friends will be telling him the same thing that all these dream characters have been trying to convince him of. That everything will be fine in the end.

Later on I’ll be hopefully working on some art of him formally telling his family and friends about this. But the main plot line of this has drawn to an end just in time for Honey Locust’s promotion to apprenticeship.

EP Tally:
+4 EP (Detailed) +1 EP (NPC inclusion)
= +5 EP

Honey Locust, Chalice, and Art (c) Breezy-likes-to-RP