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wintersday) wrote2012-07-04 01:28 pm
wintersday) wrote2012-07-04 01:28 pm
You'd see her again.
You will not, in any real place. But that night, you dream.
You dream she meets you on a rose-strewn path in a city built of accumulated wonder. You dream she wears her old coat and carries her old weapons. You dream you sit beside a fountain, and she tells you she’s a hunter of nightmares, a wayfinder along strange shores.
“There’s folk here neither cat nor serpent,” she says. “Someone ought to look out for them.”
She takes your hand. Her fingers are warm against yours.
“And for you, Captain.”
She shows you the safe path back to waking.
You dream she meets you on a rose-strewn path in a city built of accumulated wonder. You dream she wears her old coat and carries her old weapons. You dream you sit beside a fountain, and she tells you she’s a hunter of nightmares, a wayfinder along strange shores.
“There’s folk here neither cat nor serpent,” she says. “Someone ought to look out for them.”
She takes your hand. Her fingers are warm against yours.
“And for you, Captain.”
She shows you the safe path back to waking.