[Dream is more than familiar with oni. Their tales are particularly violent, and they never play fair. And when the lightning arcs and lances straight toward Arthur, somehow he isn't surprised -- maybe that's why he reaches out with a hand towards the man, and an invisible force pulls him aside. It drags him away and then releases... not unkindly, at least, but with a suddenness that betrays the fact that his attentions are split. Hopefully the man can keep his balance.
Because regardless of whether or not this actually helped Arthur, it will not change his next gesture: holding out his other hand, palm-up, he unfurls his fingers to reveal a mound of sand. It's strangely silken, the way some of it already slips past his skin, ghost-like.]
Sleep.
[YALL KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT-- He blows it away, and it coils, curls, rises up like something alive, and flies right into Svetka's face.
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Because regardless of whether or not this actually helped Arthur, it will not change his next gesture: holding out his other hand, palm-up, he unfurls his fingers to reveal a mound of sand. It's strangely silken, the way some of it already slips past his skin, ghost-like.]
Sleep.
[YALL KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT-- He blows it away, and it coils, curls, rises up like something alive, and flies right into Svetka's face.
'Night!]