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[lord_of_dreams]

His lady is gone. However, even for Dream there is only so long one can sulk. So he appears, in the bar.

And for about 0.004 seconds he looks like this:

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[kassandraloxias]

My lord of dreams, I give you greeting.

I am the lord Morningstar!

I think I look very much like him, without all the sweat and the dread knives of judgement.

Would you like a sweet? I suppose it is a sweet from the pits of brimstone, since I am the lord Morningstar. Indeed it says 'Red Hots' on the paper.

[lord_of_dreams]

"If you offer, Lady Morningstar, I will accept. How do you do this night?"

A somewhat larger smile for Kassandra, and he waves a hand toward a seat for her.

[kassandraloxias]

Well am I, on this night when all tread the Halls of Wean. Are you here to bring dreams? Nightmares? Dirty pint-glasses loaned to far and starry realms by the bar?

[lord_of_dreams]

"I could provide most any of those, Kassandra. Which would you prefer?"

Something about her makes him always want to smile. Not even Dream quite knows what it is.

[kassandraloxias]

Most gracious and high lord, I want neither dreams nor nightmares nor memory. Not tonight.

Do you not have a costume, as everyone else does?

[lord_of_dreams]

Which leaves a pint-glass, but he does not give her a dirty one. Rather one filled with her drink of choice,

"I find myself too somber for costuming. I miss my Lady Moiraine."

[kassandraloxias]

I am sorry that you find yourself lone, on so festive a night. Will she return soon?

*Gently she leans out, and kisses Dream's pale forehead. It makes her shiver, the shiver of distance and time.*

I thank you for the drink. Good wine, well-watered to a lady's liking, is hard to find even here.

[lord_of_dreams]

"You are welcome."

He finds another smile for her

"I do not know when she will return. I can wait for her."

[kassandraloxias]

Could you not fashion yourself a dream of her, to while away the time? Why can you not use your art to comfort yourself?

[lord_of_dreams]

"It would be simply another part of me, Kassandra. I do not have dominion over dreams, they are as much me as your skin is part of you."

The small smile fades away. He misses her terribly, but couldn't accept a substitute.

[kassandraloxias]

*She nods.*

Yes. It is good to know what the truth is, especially when truth is but one small part of your shifting realm.

I hope that she returns soon, my lord of dreams.

*She bows, a bit lopsidedly in her tied-on red wings, and rises, to bid him good night.*

[lord_of_dreams]

"As do I, my lady Kassandra."

He rises as well, and offers her a small bow in return,

"Good night."