The owlbeast raised its head again; Eda was familiar, but the newcomer wasn't. It watched him warily.
"Guess we're having an open house," Eda muttered as the man stepped into the clearing. She was getting used to these dreams to a degree, but this was the first one that was starting to feel crowded.
She looked him over, trying to remember why he was vaguely familiar. She was pretty sure she'd seen the guy somewhere, but she couldn't place where yet.
"Well," she began, "if you missed the memo we're dreaming." He'd probably picked up on that, but some times it was harder than others; she also didn't know if he'd been to the class or was wearing one of the little headsets that made it easier.
"My dream to be exact." Well, not technically hers. But she didn't feel like explaining further. She just wanted to establish that it was her head they were both sort of trespassing in.
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The owlbeast raised its head again; Eda was familiar, but the newcomer wasn't. It watched him warily.
"Guess we're having an open house," Eda muttered as the man stepped into the clearing. She was getting used to these dreams to a degree, but this was the first one that was starting to feel crowded.
She looked him over, trying to remember why he was vaguely familiar. She was pretty sure she'd seen the guy somewhere, but she couldn't place where yet.
"Well," she began, "if you missed the memo we're dreaming." He'd probably picked up on that, but some times it was harder than others; she also didn't know if he'd been to the class or was wearing one of the little headsets that made it easier.
"My dream to be exact." Well, not technically hers. But she didn't feel like explaining further. She just wanted to establish that it was her head they were both sort of trespassing in.
"Is this kid yours?"