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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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[pollyladon.livejournal.com]

"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."

[sapphira-ststep.livejournal.com]

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.