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The weather in the Dreaming reflects Dream. Or, perhaps, Dream reflects the weather. It is more or less the same thing.
The Dreaming feels rather like there is a windstorm brewing. Hot, and tight, and dry.
Eventually, of course, she returns.
He is not waiting for her wherever she returns to.
He is, in fact, in the throne room with his chin on his hand, watching the windows shift and change.
Waiting for the storm.
The Dreaming feels rather like there is a windstorm brewing. Hot, and tight, and dry.
Eventually, of course, she returns.
He is not waiting for her wherever she returns to.
He is, in fact, in the throne room with his chin on his hand, watching the windows shift and change.
Waiting for the storm.