[He holds her close, arm folding easily around her as he sweeps them back to his realm. His scent is nothing at surface smell, but that nothingness melts into gentle memories past of comfort and familiarity. It shifts and changes for each person, what the lord of Dreaming smells like.
He takes them to his immense chambers where his throne room lies, wherein a crib has been set for the little creature. It's nestled and warm, with Matthew perched on the lip of the crib to keep watch until they return.]
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Date: 2024-01-16 11:31 pm (UTC)He takes them to his immense chambers where his throne room lies, wherein a crib has been set for the little creature. It's nestled and warm, with Matthew perched on the lip of the crib to keep watch until they return.]