When you asked the sandman to bring you a dream; you didn't expect a nightmare to answer the summons did you?

For those who believe that tieflings are the only things to spawn from the wombs of devils and demons, aren't they in for a surprise?

Ephemera walks where and when they please, though the footsteps are hardly heard. A flutter of crow's wings, or the haunting giggle from beneath the hood of mad priestess are just a few of the omens fortelling of Ephemera's arrival.

Or, in most cases, it's the scent of lavender and jasmine and the shuffling of cloth along the nethers of Ephemera's peers.

Ephemera is old, but not ancient. Playfully sadistic in the delight to keep her peers in a mess of arousal and anxiety, while being utterly confused upon which they are.

'Mera' fancies being in control of the prey, lead along by leash or a beckon.... but don't worry, everyone has a fair chance to enjoy the ride.

What you see is not always what you get.

Say it once, Say it twice, test your luck and roll the dice; who's to know if chance will suffice?