#dream3

[schokokokatze]

Just a picture of Dream and her dog, and we end the week as we started it: With Dream visiting Bat. I’m not sure if that’s his child with Magnolia on his arm or not, the poor girl died so damn quickly that I barely remember her, and I haven’t played her kid yet.

[miradeboose]

my dearest Roberta in her home in Berlin, january 2018

[miradeboose]

januari, croatia

[childgolden]

BRITTA PHILLIPS & KRAMER - "DREAM #3" (Official Shimmy-Disc Video)

[worldsofzzt]

Source The Dream 3: The Final Chapter by Andrew Wagster (1993) [DREAM3.ZZT] - "Title screen" Play this world in your browser

[schokokokatze]

Dream: “Look at the stars.”

Robin: “Huh? Hrm. I can’t see them through the snow. It shouldn’t be snowing, not when you can see the great bear tilt his head downwards.”

Dream: “Now, look into my eyes. Do you see the stars in them?”

Robin: “Wh- ... I ... Oh. I do.”

Dream: “I see the stars in yours. You are a very special person. If you’ll allow me, I shall wipe away the snow and accompany you to the clear, warm summer night that it should be.”

Robin: “Uhm. I don’t know ... I don’t think my dad would approve.”

Dream: “Ha! Your father knows nothing. Nothing of stars and summer nights. Nothing of me. You’re different, are you not?”

Robin: “... yeah. Yeah, I am not my father.”

She circled him with a few lazy beats of her wings, lightly touched his shoulders and allowed herself a small sigh. A sigh of exhaustion, relief, and contentment, all at once. It was hard, influencing him. She could tell that she barely managed to move his mind with her magic. She only spurred his creativity, kicked his imagination into the forefront of his consciousness. It was magic, but it was weak. It was nothing like what her dad had been able to do. But it was a good start, she thought, and the boy ought to be rewarded for being such a good sport about it.

[schokokokatze]

“And even your priest likes visiting us, the one what howls and makes such a fuss about humans being like wolves. And besides, I do not understand all the anger at my family. Are you angry at the moon because you don’t get why it wanders through the night?”

Robin seemed to be interested in everything she said. It was quite a nice feeling, not unlike what she felt around Bat. Perhaps she should try and stretch her wings a little, to use her magic to try and influence this boy. She hesitated for a moment, then she rose up and ... focused.

[schokokokatze]

After visiting her sister to train fighting, Dream spent the entire day with their siblings. Afterwards, she went home, only to find a curious boy inspecting her house.

He had dark hair and lots of freckles, which meant that he was probably Grip’s brother. One of Grip’s brothers. He eyed her warily, when she approached, but he didn’t run away. Yet.