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Time has little meaning here, though your body back home may disagree.

Dream.

A forest.

A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.

In the distance, the howl of a wolf.

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[valmont-vicomte.livejournal.com]

There's a soft sound like a dog sneezing, and I turn and see a wolf just standing there looking at us. My hand is still on my sword, and I'll use it if I need to. He's a young wolf; I think I could take him if I have to. But he just looks at us.

"Oh no. He's not mine. He belongs to himself. Only I belong to me. Hello, boy. Do you want to drink? The water won't mind. It's safe to drink the water, you know. You look sad too. Are you sad?"

"A little heartsick, miss, from weariness," I say. I look at her thoughtfully. "You can fly," I say. "Have you ever flown near the tower? Do you know what it is like?"

[john-thiess.livejournal.com]

Sounds and eyes to me and the sky bright flitting gold, and there is meaning like wolf-talk and I eye them as I pad past to sniff towards water clear blue some rot blue black brown but sweet to drink still. Wary prey hunter movements from the yellow sharp man paws touching tooth bright sharp smelling tooth but he makes sounds instead and he should swim in clear cool water.

[glass-beddau.livejournal.com]

"It's safe to drink the water, you know."

I murmur agreement--less for her sake than Valmont's, I confess. She is telling the truth (this stream is one of the sweet ones), and that eases me a little, and she is coming no nearer. "If you've a drinking skin, I'd fill it now, I think," I say. The wolf threads past us to the water, looking cautious but I would not say afraid, which is all to the good. Frightened animals are dangerous.

"You look sad too. Are you sad? (http://community.livejournal.com/estdeus_innobis/405098.html?view=10261866#t10261866)" the fairy-girl asks.