falling deeper, with an ear sharp for the fall
There is strange magic afoot. Dreams are already strange things, but this one in particular… Dune has the incomprehensible feeling that they are the film on a soap bubble. Reason lies on one side, madness on the other. This strange dream is the translucent membrane between the two, and it is stretched thin by the limits of imagination.
As soot begins to fall like snow, he wonders to himself what the hell is going on here?
His magic is slipping, his form with it. The wolf body stretches and smoothes into that of a bear, then shrinks into a field mouse. His face twists and morphs, contorted in bewilderment and pain. Something causes him to step toward the burning building, and though he does not follow the mare inside he watches, wide-eyed, and waits, face morphing like a slot machine.
And then the dreamer emerges, with a wolf limp on her shoulders. He feels something like relief fill him. When Dune finally speaks, it is not with his voice. Not with his words.
When Dune speaks, it is not with his face.
He doesn't know who he is anymore, but Morrighan will recognize the form he now takes. She’s seen it before.
“Bram will live.” His voice is calm and booming. Dust scatters, flames are fanned. Only then he notices the burns on her mortal body. “But you… You threw yourself into the fire. You offered your life. You--”
Before he can finish speaking, Dune dissolves. A look of surprise is on his face as it crumbles and blows away, ash in the wind. It only takes a few seconds before he is gone completely, and Morrighan and Bram are alone in the empty street as the world burns around them.
The amulet falls to the ground with a soft sigh.
@Morrighan let me know if I should change anything <3 This is Dune's last dream post, his next/closer will be him waking up! <3
