ooc: well you all know who Mathonwy is- if not just check the exposition- so if you don't mind, I'm going to put you all to sleep so that I can talk to you, if you don't mind

I hope not!
ic: After all the introductions had been made, the unlikely event that all were going to the Citadel, a massive city-state that enveloped three small countries including the Empire, had been discussed, and thusly the decision to travel together had been made, the sun began to set, a breeze rustled the roc's feathers and stirred the faerie's hair, and all were calm. It was decided amidst the party to camp in the glen they had all found for the night. This assured that they had only about three miles' walk until they reached the borders of Citadel on the morrow. And so around the fire and into the night they spoke of many things about themselves and their pasts. One by one the company dropped off to sleep, the kind of deep and dreamless slumber that breathes soft moss and dew drops falling from the leaves of trees whose roots still are strong and reach deep. And Mathonwy came to these, these minds in the borders of his forest, in dreaming.
Mathonwy's eyes illuminated a bright azure behind closed eyelids as his consciousness flew past the towering black walls of Citadal and into the deep forests of his origin. But as it moved from tree to tree, taking with it a soft ringing of bells, the trickling of water, and a breeze gentle enough to leave a fallen leaf unstirred, its path was suprisingly interrupted by four sleeping minds, deeply sunken in the calm of the forest of the Mystics. In their minds he opened his eyes, luminous azure opals that looked upon their resting psyches. "Hello," said Mathonwy's mind, in the breathy soft, somewhat high pitched voice with gently echoing resonance. The sleepers turned up their gaze to see the blue radiance that filled the forest the surrounded them and protected them from all dark dreaming. The blue light increased in radiance, and then subsided, revealing a boy, of about sixteen, dressed in the attire of his mind, the long flowing azure glod-flourished lined cape and hood, with navy and gold chest plate over a white linen shirt and pants that had cuffs of blue and gold. He carried two blue wands with unknown flourishes of white and gold inscribed over them. He transfered the second wand to his left hand, and with his right hand, he beckoned the company to him.
"Don't let me startle you. I cannot harm you- for I sense you are benign visitors of this forest. My name is Mathonwy. May I be of any service to you?" he said with a bright wide smile with dimples at the end.