He had no idea who he was or why he was here. He only knew a few things.
He was a skeleton. He had a bow, and few things bothered to attack him.
But he could do things skeletons couldn't do.
He could break things. Build things. He could think and...
He was standing atop a rocky ledge steeped in shadows. There was wind blowing in behind him, lifting feathers from their comfortably flat positions. He had to fight the impulse to press them flat. He could simply sit at the other side of the hole, but.. that would mean sitting on the dried blue blood.
Dream couldn't do that. Couldn't make himself touch it. The mere sight of this place made his heart physically ache. He had to remind himself that his friend was fine. Blue came back. .. Somehow.
No, he wasn't here to cry or mourn. He was here because he couldn't stand to be in the same place as the one who claimed his brother was really dead. It couldn't be. Dream could still sense him, somewhere out there beyond his reach. Nightmare always was the one who knew how to teleport between dimensions, not he.
No. Best not think about it. He'd get lost in his head wondering why Nightmare left him alone here for so long. No, Dream was here because that patch of now stained grass and flowers was apparently more than it seemed.
So he hesitantly called out. “..Hello? …Mrs? Ma'am? Lady.. Life?” He struggled to recall the name both Blue and the spider had mentioned. Dream studied the bright energy that had once looked like the remnants of a friend, now revealed to be what was actually underneath.
Then it shifted- movement barely visible, only noticed through the suddenly waving grasses. There was a brief grinding noise before the grass started rising. He flinched away from it, a little alarmed before it stopped and instead moved sideways.
Soon enough he spotted a dense tangle of vines hanging off of something before it shifted around to reveal a head made of stone. The face really did resemble a woman- especially when framed with the vines like hair. The eyes were glowing like yellow-green embers, eyelids scraping when she blinked. Despite her mostly rigid face, she seemed.. sad, almost.
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“It has been a long time since I have last seen one of your kind.” She sighed, voice rumbling like a distant avalanche. Dream hesitated, one talon automatically tucked to his chest. “Did you really help Blue?” He had to ask.
The large face dipped slightly in a nod, vines waving around. “It was the least I could do for a friend of the last dragon.” He flinched. “I. I'm not.” Dream insisted. The Lady blinked again before a soft, grating chuckle ground out of her. “No, you are not. But you are the last of the race that I loved the most. You are the last of the dragons that gave me true life. You are the last of my dragons.” She explained softly.
He leaned back in disbelief, working out the implications as she rose up higher, face emerging from the hole at the end of a surprisingly long neck- entirely covered in hanging vines. Only the underside was bare, revealing a “skin” that was somewhere between hardened clay and dirt. “Did my race Wake you?” Dream asked faintly.
