[Arthur may be teasing, but somewhere along these rows of shelves in the real Dreaming, there would indeed be a little book that contains the legend of All Saints' Wake nestled in its shelves. Dream is the embodiment of all stories, after all -- if he hears it, of course he will store it here.
But he takes the other man's hand, pale fingers entwining in his. Yes, this is comforting, grounding, even for him. Even if he is not the one needing this time to rest and recover.]
It sounds like a place that I would enjoy seeing with my own eyes, someday.
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[Arthur may be teasing, but somewhere along these rows of shelves in the real Dreaming, there would indeed be a little book that contains the legend of All Saints' Wake nestled in its shelves. Dream is the embodiment of all stories, after all -- if he hears it, of course he will store it here.
But he takes the other man's hand, pale fingers entwining in his. Yes, this is comforting, grounding, even for him. Even if he is not the one needing this time to rest and recover.]
It sounds like a place that I would enjoy seeing with my own eyes, someday.