Be thankful....
Scorched apple pie. Abandoned toys. What could it mean?
The Dreaming changes with the seasons, or maybe it's her perception of the Dreaming that changes. Having been Dream's servant for a couple years does not, Nightstar knows, make her an expert on the Dreaming. Having been Dream's servant for a couple years does, however, mean she has learned something in her time.
Something is wrong. Children's dreams should be about school, upcoming holidays, the normal assorted hopes and fears and wonders and terrors of their lives. There is--perhaps not a pattern, but a texture to the dreams of children, and while she doesn't understand the totality of it, she has learned enough to know when something is wrong.
She is not the detective her grandfather is, or even the detective her father is, just as she is not quite the warrior her mother is. But she comes from a long line of champions, and she has made her own place in the strange universe she now calls home, and from that place she will make her stand against whatever may come. Even if it comes from the Dreaming.
Even if, right now, she's not entirely sure what it is.
"I just hope it's not a stupid giant spider with deadlights," she mutters to herself as she makes another survey of the Dreaming. "I hated that story. The ending hoovered."
The Dreaming changes with the seasons, or maybe it's her perception of the Dreaming that changes. Having been Dream's servant for a couple years does not, Nightstar knows, make her an expert on the Dreaming. Having been Dream's servant for a couple years does, however, mean she has learned something in her time.
Something is wrong. Children's dreams should be about school, upcoming holidays, the normal assorted hopes and fears and wonders and terrors of their lives. There is--perhaps not a pattern, but a texture to the dreams of children, and while she doesn't understand the totality of it, she has learned enough to know when something is wrong.
She is not the detective her grandfather is, or even the detective her father is, just as she is not quite the warrior her mother is. But she comes from a long line of champions, and she has made her own place in the strange universe she now calls home, and from that place she will make her stand against whatever may come. Even if it comes from the Dreaming.
Even if, right now, she's not entirely sure what it is.
"I just hope it's not a stupid giant spider with deadlights," she mutters to herself as she makes another survey of the Dreaming. "I hated that story. The ending hoovered."