The Dreaming, Tuesday

[game_of_you]

Dream stands in his gallery before an image of an ankh. Rage flashes from his bottomless eyes.

Sister?

I stand in my gallery and I hold your sigil.

Come to me.

Death's window is misty, and she fails to appear. After a few hours, Dream leaves the gallery, his shoulders sagging.

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[ten_and_chips]

((You do know Death's not IG any longer, right?))

[game_of_you]

[OOC: Yes. But Dream still has to make the attempt. I sent her an email in case she wants to make a special return]

[ten_and_chips]

((Just wasn't sure. [hides]))

[game_of_you]

[OOC: I didn't mean to make you hide!]