Dream-Lucy
The ocean has a tinge of salt in it, of course. The sand sparkles like diamonds, or stars. It is both, of course.
This is the shore of the Dreaming, and it was made for his youngest sister's pleasure. This is the ocean of the Dreaming, and within it are sorrows and the tears of laughter.
Dream is not weeping, star eyes can not and he would not at this meeting even if he could. He is watching the water and waiting for one who was so briefly his guest to say her final farewell before she travels home.
This is the shore of the Dreaming, and it was made for his youngest sister's pleasure. This is the ocean of the Dreaming, and within it are sorrows and the tears of laughter.
Dream is not weeping, star eyes can not and he would not at this meeting even if he could. He is watching the water and waiting for one who was so briefly his guest to say her final farewell before she travels home.