[What a remarkable place, and though Morpheus finds himself weaving though the mercantile streets of the city, he understands the shape of its skyline even from below — it reminds him, just a bit, of the Dreaming. Its castle spires, reaching high into the expanse of the sky, though Arthur’s dream is far more arid, warmer.
His clothes change accordingly—an amusing notion, given their last conversation—to whatever is best suited to this dream, to this weather. (Even if his colors are still very much done-up in black.) It does not take long for him to spot Arthur, the source of this dream itself, and Morpheus walks over to him, eying his conversation with another merchant.
For now, Dream just listens. What are they going on about?]
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His clothes change accordingly—an amusing notion, given their last conversation—to whatever is best suited to this dream, to this weather. (Even if his colors are still very much done-up in black.) It does not take long for him to spot Arthur, the source of this dream itself, and Morpheus walks over to him, eying his conversation with another merchant.
For now, Dream just listens. What are they going on about?]