Nov 24, 2008 17:21
Alright, so it had taken a great deal less than a few minutes for the nightmare to arrive on--what he hoped was--Dion's doorstep. Not a minute after his last reply had been sent he had ducked out of the Dreaming, much to the dismay of any who might try to look for him later, and knocked on the door with something akin to relief. It would be nice, going drinking with the god again. He almost missed it while he had been gone.
let's get drunk,
rl,
dionysus