Pacing. That was about all there was to it. Back and forth continuously. The wide open spaces were oppressive in ways that Morpheus had never thought possible; the mortal world at least had its innovations and novelties, nothing compared to the incomprehensible beauties of Reveille. He was suffocating here.
“Where is she?” he demanded of the air in front of him.
-Chances are she is looking into the River,- Bast told him, and he glanced back at the cage that contained her, -Enyo says that its where she would be if she were mortal. The Styx is apparently the border between everything, the Dreamer would be most comfortable there.-
Enyo nodded and made a gesture.
-It’ll stop her from going insane, or at least slow it down.-
“I should be with her,” Morpheus murmured absently as though the thought had just occurred to him.
-It’s not like she’s going anywhere,- Bast snarled, -she can’t get out, Lucifer will keep her here at all costs.-
“What does Lucifer want with her anyways? How many Dreamers has he taken prisoner, I have seen none.”
Bast glanced at Enyo who made a noncommittal gesture with her elegant hands.
-We don’t know.-
“He obviously wishes Baldur to be kept away, but what other purpose apart from bridging the Rift does capturing Dreamers have?”
-Unfortunately, kitten, your guess is as good as mine,- Bast replied, sitting down on her haunches.
“The Older should know this, when we get out of here...”
-If, kitten, ‘if’,- the Cat-Goddess corrected.
Enyo tapped her scarlet and black nails against the bars of her golden cage.
- I have faith in your abilities, Kali, I don’t have faith in mortals.-
“Mortals are predictable,” Morpheus countered.
-Not that predictable. Do you honestly think a mortal is going to come down here?-
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