[Dream can be found where he's promised himself to be. Fiddler's Green is in fall bloom, the ground a little cold and hard to the touch, the leaves brilliant colors only dampened by an overcast sky. The Dreaming responds to its master's moods. There isn't the downpour of grief, no lightening bolts of rage. Just a quiet, contemplative and steady drizzle of misty rain. Dream himself is sitting on the ground, cross legged, feet bare. He doesn't seem to mind or care that he's getting wet. He's in just a t-shirt and jeans, staring ahead though not really looking at anything. It's only when she arrives that his gaze focuses on her. Slowly he gets to his feet, enjoying the feeling of steady earth beneath them.
One tree limb bends to Stella, offering itself to shake in greeting. The leaves quiver and the remaining flowers release sweet scents, insects buzzing and fish in the water rippling their greeting. It seems Fiddler's Green and its inhabitants love when she visits.]
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Date: 2023-10-29 06:06 pm (UTC)One tree limb bends to Stella, offering itself to shake in greeting. The leaves quiver and the remaining flowers release sweet scents, insects buzzing and fish in the water rippling their greeting. It seems Fiddler's Green and its inhabitants love when she visits.]