Morpheus stood at the edge of the living room, staring out into the backyard. Behind him, he heard Alyxa talking with Amy in the kitchen as they went about making ‘cookies’. It sounded interesting, but there was something else that had caught his attention, something neither mortal females could see while they were awake.
-You feel it too, then?- Bast asked him from where she was lounging atop the back of the sofa.
-It is impossible to not feel,- he replied wordlessly.
She flicked a tail and stretched.
-Your Dreamer’s coven is talking about bringing over another,- she murmured.
-They do not understand patience.-
-They are limited creatures, of course they don’t,- Bast said wryly.
They bring too many of us through, the Rift exists for reasons they have obviously forgotten,- Morpheus told her pointedly, -and if they do not rein in their instincts they will bridge the Rift…-
-You act as if I don’t know any of this, kitten,- Bast scolded.
She leapt suddenly and pounced on some invisible prey, a dust mote perhaps.
-Let us hope that Isis and Ishtar at least have the sense to hold back somewhat.-
Bast looked at him as the words floated through the air between them.
-Does Alyxa know that you need her blood to stay here?- she asked him after a moment of silence.
-She does, it is a Dreamer thing.-
-And yet she does not know of the greatest mistake in the history of her kind?-
-She is young still…-
Bast flicked her ears back; young was no excuse to be foolish, or worse, stupid, Morpheus knew that.
-There is a reason why you are the first to come across in eight-hundred years, Dream-King, you should educate your pet before she lets her friends remind the world through their ignorance.-
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