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Dream.

There is a great sea. The sky is grey, the water green, and the seafoam is the flecked white of milk on the turn. The shore is stone and shingle, and the cliffs are bone-shades. Will you wake on the little fishing boat that rides the waves, wary of great beasts that lurk beneath the surface, or on the cold and stony shore? Or perhaps as some watery thing yourself, breathing in water as cold as ice and with a salt-iron taste like blood?

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A good looking sort of man, if you like that sort, comes strolling up the beach. He doesn't look like he's ever mended a net.

"Good day to you," I say. "No one I've seen, not for hours, save a little old man walking by. I hope you find them soon," I say. "A storm coming, I think there is," I say, nodding at the clouds.

It is an unpleasant beach, a northern sort of beach, not at all like the soft rivers I know. It is the sort of place you would run across if you were trying to wear out your steel shoes, all seven pair. Although of course I have a different goal in mind; I need some colour and matter for my face. It is plain and blank, now, and I am not sure who I am.

And I see two people on the beach ahead, bright and mobile against the sheaves and rolls of grey--green-grey, white-grey, cloud-grey.

"Lady," I say, dipping a courtesy to her and smiling. "And you, sir," I add to the man. "Do you plan to fish today?" I say to the woman. "I would buy the use of your net, if I may, or help you cast them. If you catch the right fish, here, I hear it may grant you a wish."

The woman tells me she has not seen Lilith or CeeCee, and I sigh and rake my hand though my hair, muttering a curse under my breath.

"A storm coming, I think there is,"

Look to the sky and inhale deeply. There is salt and brine in the air, but the wind brings the scent of blood and carnage. "It has been long coming, ma'am." I say, and can't help smiling slightly. My hands itch to turn into claws, and wings to unfurl from my back. I wonder if Lucien is dreamimg... and how lucid this dreaming may be?

"Lady, And you, sir," We are joined by a woman with the face of an unpainted china doll, all white and blank. She asks if we are going to fish, and mentions the tale of Ye Xian.

"I would watch what you wish for, you may just get it." I say, grinning, teeth sharper now. "And I think I would be wary of any creatures you may catch in that sea."

"It has been long coming, ma'am."

"Is it so?" I say. "Is that a prophecy, or an observation on the weather?"

A woman comes up, then. She's got a porcelain face, and wonder I do if she worries over falling, because a smashed face would be no easy thing to fix. The man gives her a supercilious smile, and I raise my brows.

"Know much of fishing, do you?" I look at the woman. "We can cast a net together. Though I think this sea is more full of serpents than fish, mayhap one can help you."

He shows teeth like a fish, but it is not enough to be like a fish. You have to be drawn from the sea, you have to make wrists ache and the salt cut lines into tired hands. "I would watch what you wish for, you may just get it."

"You don't say," I say politely. "Well, when I get what I wish for, I may permit you to see it." Although I have masks for such things, frankly, and I do not think I will show a sharp-toothed man my face simply because he would watch it.

""Know much of fishing, do you?" the woman says, and I dip my head a little to one side, lift one hand. "I have had to learn, madam. I need to earn my wishes, after all."

"We can cast a net together. Though I think this sea is more full of serpents than fish, mayhap one can help you."

"Maybe that one can," I say, smiling. "They are not so different, sometimes. Both are scaled and both can speak, and neither ever blink. I imagine they see many things." I look towards the sea (http://community.livejournal.com/estdeus_innobis/405311.html?#t10236735), and I see a ragged shape dragging itself onto the sand, and I blink and then add "Excuse me a moment," and step down towards the shore. If nothing else I would see to it that he does not drown--the waves might yet pull him back.

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