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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Enter Dream.

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[mogget_cat]

*The not'cat rubs up against Dream's ankle.*

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

And is petted.

"Good evening, Yrael."

[mogget_cat]

*He purrs into Dream's hand, white fur under white skin.*

Good evening, Lord. Things are well with you?

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Things are, yes. And with you?"

[mogget_cat]

They are, mostly, though I worry slightly that they might not in the future.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Dream may be the only being in the bar able to heft Yrael onto his lap for petting without, in the slightest, failing to keep sight of Yrael's true form.

"Do you care to speak of it, my friend?"

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael takes the lifting with good grace, as far as a catshape can, with his legs out straight at frantic-looking angles.*

Svava read her letter from the Landlord. She has to choose whether to go and die fight at the end of her world, or stay here.

[locks_it_up]

There is Death.

They haven't really had a chance to talk in... too long.

And maybe that's why she almost sounds shy when she speaks.

"Hello, little brother."

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Elder Sister."

He dips his head in a slow nod to her.

[locks_it_up]

She pulls out a chair and flops down. She seems very interested in her hands.

"I... look. I know we've haven't talked in... too long. But I also thought I'd, you know, give you some time with your girl and whatnot."

Silence.

"How've you been?"

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"I have been fine, Sister."

He doesn't sound upset. He doesn't, however, ask how she's been.

[locks_it_up]

She is quiet.

"I was worried."

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

His brow raises, and he waits for her to explain.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Enter Cuthbert.

Or, well, not enter, as he's been in the bar for some time.

In any case, he's now approaching Dream, bowing and raising a fist to his forehead. "Hile, Lord."

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Hile, Gunslinger."

And a polite bow of his head.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"There was a matter Roland wished to discuss with you, my Lord. Have you spoken with him recently?"

Cuthbert's tone is light, conversational, but there may be something in his eyes to indicate that the matter Roland would discuss with the Dream-lord is a serious one.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"I have spoken to him of dreams."

And if Dream knows any more, well, he isn't saying.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Well, this is...not about his dreams, but related to it, you could say. It has to do with his time in todash space. In any case, he asked that I let you know, if I saw you before he did."

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Dream waits, then, for further information.

[susan-death.livejournal.com]

Susan heads over, drink in hand.

"We haven't been properly introduced, have we?"

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Good evening, Susan Sto Helit. I am Dream. In a way, I would be one of your great-uncles."

In the same way that she's Death's grand-daughter. Metaphysical relationships are even weirder than Welsh ones.

[susan-death.livejournal.com]

They really really can. Just don't try and tell her she's related to Time. She has enough of a headache from talking to Del.

"It's an honour to meet you, Dream," she says politely. "Your wife is well?" Mrs Dream sounds just so wrong.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"My lady Moiraine is well, yes."

There is a slight smile, and a nod.

[susan-death.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad." an equally slight smile.

[OOC: is all good!]

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"How has your life been?"

He's curious, because he's never spoken with one of Death's. Even one as tangentially Death's as Susan.