“That’s humans for you,” said the immortal cheerfully. “But it doesn’t seem to make a difference, most of the time.” Leaf, who had trickled down to pool in her lap, nodded. She dreamed the first Stormwing.”ĭaine shivered. That creature would defile what mortal killers left, so that humans couldn’t lie about how glorious a soldier’s death is. She wished for a creature that was so repulsive, living on war’s aftermath, that even humans would think twice before battle. That traveler sickened of waste-of death. It was the work of armies, fighting over ground they soon lost again. “Ages ago, a traveler in the mortal realms went from place to place and found only the leavings of war-the starving, the abandoned, the dead. Haven’t we all thought somethings a joy, only to find that it’s evil inside? But-forgive my saying it no offense intended-how could anyone dream a Stormwing?” Even dreaming that a winged horse or unicorn would go bad makes sense.
Now, I can see folk dreaming winged horses and unicorns. Or our dreams give them shape-something like that.
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