He could do that, he could also do that awake. He likes the wings, though, it's part of him and they are pretty. Although he's not a show-off, he carries the wishes and will of many who trusted him in the end.
"Nonsense," Sandalphon snorts naturally, "Have you not heard what I just say? To Primal Beasts sleeping is a time out when their presence has become a hazard or isn't necessary for them to manifest." Though in his case, it's neither of that. Sandalphon clearly looks like someone who doesn't obey what others want him to do, and he isn't giving a vibe of violent, volatile emotions presently. He's just unwilling to divulge why he's resting. "I suppose you're not aware. It's-" He waves his hand and the scenery morphs. It's not his imagination. It's his memory. He's showing Merlin the world.
Sky has become a more vivid blue, endlessly embracing the horizon except for below. The ground is crimson and covered with an ominous fog that raises the alarm of doom. A barren land of chaos contrasted with the lovely sky. The sky isn't an empty spread of endless blue, there are islands floating. Some smaller ones, and some that might be continents.
"Look, visitor," he lazily points to a big island covered in gusts of winds, flying ships often land and take off. The outline of a giant woman framed by dragons appears embracing the place.
"Tiamat," he says and moves to the next island that looks blue as the sky as it's composed of a lot of water. Oceans. Lakes. Rivers. The image of a serpentine dragon that opens its jaws protectively flickers before it fades.
"Leviathan." Then to another island which is made of thick vegetation. It's a garden and a jungle island from start to finish. The fragrance of all flowers fill the air as a rose hair colored woman with a leaf-dress appears on it, she smiles at Merlin and Sandalphon and speaks up, her voice is like crystalline bells chiming.
"Yggdrasil," Sandalphon finishes, and shrugs off, the memory dissolves in whatever Merlin wants to paint for him next. "What could primal beasts be dreaming about? They have their role and function."
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"Nonsense," Sandalphon snorts naturally, "Have you not heard what I just say? To Primal Beasts sleeping is a time out when their presence has become a hazard or isn't necessary for them to manifest." Though in his case, it's neither of that. Sandalphon clearly looks like someone who doesn't obey what others want him to do, and he isn't giving a vibe of violent, volatile emotions presently. He's just unwilling to divulge why he's resting. "I suppose you're not aware. It's-" He waves his hand and the scenery morphs. It's not his imagination. It's his memory. He's showing Merlin the world.
Sky has become a more vivid blue, endlessly embracing the horizon except for below. The ground is crimson and covered with an ominous fog that raises the alarm of doom. A barren land of chaos contrasted with the lovely sky. The sky isn't an empty spread of endless blue, there are islands floating. Some smaller ones, and some that might be continents.
"Look, visitor," he lazily points to a big island covered in gusts of winds, flying ships often land and take off. The outline of a giant woman framed by dragons appears embracing the place.
"Tiamat," he says and moves to the next island that looks blue as the sky as it's composed of a lot of water. Oceans. Lakes. Rivers. The image of a serpentine dragon that opens its jaws protectively flickers before it fades.
"Leviathan." Then to another island which is made of thick vegetation. It's a garden and a jungle island from start to finish. The fragrance of all flowers fill the air as a rose hair colored woman with a leaf-dress appears on it, she smiles at Merlin and Sandalphon and speaks up, her voice is like crystalline bells chiming.
"Yggdrasil," Sandalphon finishes, and shrugs off, the memory dissolves in whatever Merlin wants to paint for him next. "What could primal beasts be dreaming about? They have their role and function."