Silver light dashed across the sky as Morpheus stepped out into Alyxa’s backyard, Bast, unusually, riding on his shoulder. Any onlooker would have put that minor fact aside, however, when the backyard was ceased to be the backyard and the two disappeared from sight.
“Where did they go?” Amy asked Alyxa, perched on top of the counter as the older Dreamer did the dishes.
“Hopefully to go talk some sense into the other Deities,” she said, “and hopefully they’ll have more luck than I did talking sense into my Coven.”
Amy put on a seven-year-old’s equivalent of a thoughtful expression – sucking on her bottom lip, eyes squinting in deliberate concentration, her little legs banging the cupboard door beneath her seat.
“Are there lots?”
“Lots?”
“Of Deities.”
“Hundreds, thousands, probably more. Every entity humanity ever dreamt up and worshipped, since before we had languages, they’re all there, behind the Rift,” Alyxa explained, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“This Rift thing. It keeps them there and us here, ‘n only Dreamers can go through?”
Alyxa nodded. She was used to Amy’s many questions by now, even if they sometimes made her think about things she would rather not.
“So how come Morpheus and Bast can go back and forth now?” Amy wanted to know next.
Alyxa stopped, frowning. This was such a question. Truth be told she didn’t really know, so she said,
“I guess it has something to do with Bast. She doesn’t seem to need a Dreamer to keep her here with blood, so….”
The words just fell out of her mouth as she put another plate in the rack, and even as she said them, it made sense.
“I like Bast,” Amy stated decisively.
“I like Morpheus.”
“Like ‘like’ like?”
“No choice really,” Alyxa replied softly.
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