A. Event - Dream a Dream
[Perne spends a decent amount of time thinking about older days, different times, and hypothetical situations. Lunatia does not ever seem to change that either, regardless of whatever may be going on about her. She's either collecting more plant pieces from the various flora in the Greatmoon Groves, visiting the library on Level 1, admiring Caihong, or shopping at Prisma Place. Regardless of where she may be, she's trying to ignore the strange new inhabitants that are coming to make a new home. A hand lifts to bat away the pesky little pixies, but in the end, that does only so much.

Eventually, Perne eyes the sky, falling back into older patterns she has tried to curb to the best of her ability. And she possesses a dream...

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(Pick a dream! Perne's lesser innocent dreams will do their best at hiding those in them, but... Good luck with that.)

Not-So-Innocent - 01
Her dream depicts a shirtless man with hair the colour of porcelain. A dark cropped pressed into his striking chin, forcing it up. Perne is behind, a hand splayed against his chest. A coy curve in her mouth. She must find the tip of her toes to reach his elvish ear (of course).

And she croons. "Have you been a good boy? Or do you deserve punishment...?"

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Not-So-Innocent - 02
This one is considerably more tame. She's straddling the lap of... a. A lady. Before Lunatia, Perne's never even considered what it might be like to be with a woman. But she seems to treat her dark-haired, gold-donning beauty, with a great deal of reverence.

"I... do not really know what I am doing," she confesses in a hushed tone as she dips her head, scarcely pressing lips to her partner's. "I hope that is all right..."

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Innocent - 01
She's sitting in a stone structure, an elezen man accompanying her. There's a hearth not far off. Her nose is in a book, which seems to be on poetry of a kind. The man next to her is sleeping. After some moments when she realises he is, she looks over to him and she smiles. A very real, genuine, smile. It reflects in her eyes.

She loves this man in question.

"Would that we could stay this way forever," she says quietly as she turns ever in slight to brush back brown hair from framing the sharp angles of his face. "I would give anything to see it so. And I should think you will never know."

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Innocent - 02
Perne's room in Ishgard is decorated to the nines. Tapestries hung everywhere depicting Halone, the Fury. And an impressive collection of hand-painted porcelain tea sets in a variety of colours and designs. Her canopy bed of pastels, and she's curled up in the arms of a man who looks a little like her. She's younger. Younger than she is in Lunatia.

He's closing a book.

Her chin tips up, "Read it to me again?" Her eyes are imploring and begging, filled with a wonder and an admiration that the present Perne has lost so much of. When he hesitates, she speaks up again, "...Please?"]

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B. Event - Don't Drink the Tea
[It is because the price is free that Perne is quite happy to snatch one up. It's finally an appropriate time for her to display some of what she does other than being incredibly brooding and stoic. She comes with local flowers in tow for decor.

There's a plethora of items to choose from. Perne's potions range from oils for the hair, perfumed oils for the skin (or the air) to other practical uses such as internal healing and alleviation for aches and pains. She also provides salves of similar uses in a more solid, lotion like format as opposed to a genuine liquid. And somewhere... in those potions are some more purposefully mislabelled poisonous concoctions. It seems Perne is doing some underhanded experimentation on how such things affect other Moonblessed and Prismals alike. All for the sake of science!

At the side are showings of loose leaf teas she's been playing around with. A kettle on the side for hot water, because she's happy to give out samples.]

Oh, you look positively parched. [She begins as she readies a cup of what is undoubtedly a floral blend.] Here. [And she offers it over without a second thought.] We cannot have you swooning beneath the heat, nay?

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C. Non-Event - A Moth in the Flowers (Cordis)
[The flowers are the best thing to happen at the edge of the Nothing. Perne has been dying to go visit past it. And into the thick veil of trees. But she's aware of the warnings. That it is largely uncharted territory and dangerous to go alone for the sake of Chroma levels.

Surely... the flowers will not cause too much strain.

She has chosen this Cordis moon to be particularly bold. Or rather, adventurous. That is, if one should look closely enough, they will find four arms and a pair of intricately designed velvety wings. Perne is rolling around in the flowers. Naked. But she might not look particularly naked. This month's transformation makes her a little less elezen and a little more... otherworldly. Clearly she has imagined no one else has much reason to find themselves at the edge of the Nothing.

But when she hears a sound, she perks up. Her strangely feathered antennae shift. Her ears, still elongated and rippled, twitch. She's listening intently.

Is it you? It's probably you.]

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D. Non-Event - I Search for a Song
[After Cordis has ended, Perne has found herself returned to a surprisingly more mundane lifestyle. She's looking into the various theatre groups that she had asked the network on before, having learned there were actually quite a few from Weiss.

It won't be hard to miss her. She's scribbling notes about each one she finds. Maybe she's trying to determine which one she wants to join.

It's likely at this point that she's stepped on your foot (or your tail, if it's a moon for you), somehow bumped into you, or somehow has managed to very carefully try to push you aside because of somewhere she's trying to get to or somewhere she's trying to see.]

Apologies. [Although she doesn't actually sound very sorry. Maybe just extremely focused.] You were in mine way. I needed to get through.

[Which doesn't make it any better and now it's definitely not an apology. Sorry about that.]

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E. Wildcard
[If the above aren't your cup of tea, let's hash something different out. I'm happy to write closed starters. Please feel free to grab me on ofthesky or PM Perne's journal.]