#(referencing julie's first interaction with harvestshope dream)

[glacierfront]

     “He was... like...”

      Julie reaches forward in the snow. It’s not flurrying as hard as it was when Morpheus called the gale to a pause and brought clarity to the dream, but she tries to make the same effect happen. It doesn’t work very well: some snowflakes pause, but they’re hit by other snowflakes that fly in with the strong breezes, making it seem like nothing truly changes.

      Her hands falter, floating closer to her body in defeat. She doesn’t know how to control that much moving snow. But she still glances at Seraphina, and then back, because sometimes looking at her is very, very difficult. Most times, really.

        “And he... said he was. Lord of dreams? Or something?”

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