Walking the Dreaming
Nightstar isn't sure where to begin, but this all started for her with the Dream-king, so she begins with his palace. Passing through the gates, she enters the palace, wandering through the library, flying through halls and galleries as her whimsy takes her, nodding and smiling at the other servants as she passes by.
Eventually she comes to a gallery she has not seen before. Seven frames line the wall, though it takes some time for her to make sense of the subjects, as the portraits seem to shift position between the blinks of her eyes. But finally she has a list of what hangs in this gallery.
A portrait of the Dream-king.
A young woman, pale of face and dark of hair, wearing an ankh around her neck, her eyes heavily made up with kohl.
A beautiful man? woman? Mar'i can't tell, and she forces herself not too look too closely, unable to escape the nagging sensation that this is someone she knows and loves.
A massive figure, shoulders bowed, face pulled down by more than gravity.
A tall, cloaked man carrying a heavy book.
A dizzying swirl of bright, sparkling colors.
An empty frame.
It is before the empty frame where she stands the longest, wondering whose picture belongs here.
Eventually she comes to a gallery she has not seen before. Seven frames line the wall, though it takes some time for her to make sense of the subjects, as the portraits seem to shift position between the blinks of her eyes. But finally she has a list of what hangs in this gallery.
A portrait of the Dream-king.
A young woman, pale of face and dark of hair, wearing an ankh around her neck, her eyes heavily made up with kohl.
A beautiful man? woman? Mar'i can't tell, and she forces herself not too look too closely, unable to escape the nagging sensation that this is someone she knows and loves.
A massive figure, shoulders bowed, face pulled down by more than gravity.
A tall, cloaked man carrying a heavy book.
A dizzying swirl of bright, sparkling colors.
An empty frame.
It is before the empty frame where she stands the longest, wondering whose picture belongs here.