This on it's own was rather unusual. Bharal never spent much time around girls(due to his lack of social graces, not by choice), and on the few occasions he'd had to spend time around girls in person, they didn't do much crying. So it takes him a moment, mind addled by sleep and eyes adjusting to being opened for the first time in what seems like ages, to realize what it is he's hearing. Once it registers, he sits bolt upright, or tries to, but he feels stiff, as though he hasn't moved in a very long time, and it takes a second or two to get his limbs to respond. Which, if he'd been thinking more clearly, would be rather troubling. He'd only been sleeping for a minute or two, hadn't he...? Oh, no time for thinking like that, there's a lady in trouble! He runs towards the window, and looks outside.
...oh. Well, then. This is not where he fell asleep. He spends a minute looking out over the golden city, and turning around to look back at the room he woke up in, before realizing that he seems to be on top of a very, very tall tower, with more nearby, on a very bright, shiny golden planet. The sudden change in locale, along with the fact that he seems to be wearing strange pajamas and that everything within sight is, frankly, rather surreal, has him fairly convinced that he must actually still be dreaming. Which means that the crying is a dreamgirl....? Or maybe a dreamlady? The distinction is mostly academic to Bharal; someone is in trouble, which means that he has to go help them. It really is as simple as that.
The sounds of crying seem to be coming from one of those other towers, and Bharal is momentarily stumped as to how to get there, considering he doesn't think there are stairs down or anything, but a quick inventory of the items he has in his room give him an idea. He pulls the curtains down from around the windows, and every other scrap of cloth he can find, and ties them all together into something resembling a rope. He looks around for something to tie the end to, before deciding to just pull the curtain rod down, bend it into something approximating a hook, and tying the curtains to it. He stands on the windowsill, and judges his shot.
He pulls back and throws as hard as he can, trying to hook the curtain rod on the windowsill of the other tower. It almost looks as though it's going to fall short; comically short, in fact; but as Bharal focuses on it, he tries to funnel that boundless optimism and determination of his into it to just get it a few more feet come on you can do it I believe in you, and, miraculously, it continues through the air, and gently lands on the windowsill. He chalks that up to dreamlogic winning out, but it's much more likely that, with how fast Prospit and it's moon is rotating, and how high up they are, he somehow managed to cheat physics enough to make it land. Whatever, he'll take it.
Once he's reasonably sure that the line is secured, he begins trying to climb, hand over hand, up to the window. He has a close call here and there, but as he climbs, he begins feeling lighter and lighter, until it takes so little effort to move himself that he could almost do it with a single finger. He also chalks this up to dreamlogic, and decides to investigate no further.
Finally reaching the window, he quietly climbs up, and peeks inside for signs of trouble. What's the etiquette for creeping in someone's window? Do you knock? He's gotta announce his presence somehow. So he gently raps against the wall, and calls out.]
H-Hello? I-Is everything okay in here...? I-....I heard someone crying....
Re: [Tower][Closed to Bhar]
This on it's own was rather unusual. Bharal never spent much time around girls(due to his lack of social graces, not by choice), and on the few occasions he'd had to spend time around girls in person, they didn't do much crying. So it takes him a moment, mind addled by sleep and eyes adjusting to being opened for the first time in what seems like ages, to realize what it is he's hearing. Once it registers, he sits bolt upright, or tries to, but he feels stiff, as though he hasn't moved in a very long time, and it takes a second or two to get his limbs to respond. Which, if he'd been thinking more clearly, would be rather troubling. He'd only been sleeping for a minute or two, hadn't he...? Oh, no time for thinking like that, there's a lady in trouble! He runs towards the window, and looks outside.
...oh. Well, then. This is not where he fell asleep. He spends a minute looking out over the golden city, and turning around to look back at the room he woke up in, before realizing that he seems to be on top of a very, very tall tower, with more nearby, on a very bright, shiny golden planet. The sudden change in locale, along with the fact that he seems to be wearing strange pajamas and that everything within sight is, frankly, rather surreal, has him fairly convinced that he must actually still be dreaming. Which means that the crying is a dreamgirl....? Or maybe a dreamlady? The distinction is mostly academic to Bharal; someone is in trouble, which means that he has to go help them. It really is as simple as that.
The sounds of crying seem to be coming from one of those other towers, and Bharal is momentarily stumped as to how to get there, considering he doesn't think there are stairs down or anything, but a quick inventory of the items he has in his room give him an idea. He pulls the curtains down from around the windows, and every other scrap of cloth he can find, and ties them all together into something resembling a rope. He looks around for something to tie the end to, before deciding to just pull the curtain rod down, bend it into something approximating a hook, and tying the curtains to it. He stands on the windowsill, and judges his shot.
He pulls back and throws as hard as he can, trying to hook the curtain rod on the windowsill of the other tower. It almost looks as though it's going to fall short; comically short, in fact; but as Bharal focuses on it, he tries to funnel that boundless optimism and determination of his into it to just get it a few more feet come on you can do it I believe in you, and, miraculously, it continues through the air, and gently lands on the windowsill. He chalks that up to dreamlogic winning out, but it's much more likely that, with how fast Prospit and it's moon is rotating, and how high up they are, he somehow managed to cheat physics enough to make it land. Whatever, he'll take it.
Once he's reasonably sure that the line is secured, he begins trying to climb, hand over hand, up to the window. He has a close call here and there, but as he climbs, he begins feeling lighter and lighter, until it takes so little effort to move himself that he could almost do it with a single finger. He also chalks this up to dreamlogic, and decides to investigate no further.
Finally reaching the window, he quietly climbs up, and peeks inside for signs of trouble. What's the etiquette for creeping in someone's window? Do you knock? He's gotta announce his presence somehow. So he gently raps against the wall, and calls out.]
H-Hello? I-Is everything okay in here...? I-....I heard someone crying....