51st Ymiden 718
Continued from here
“Pep. So glad you could join us.”
“Let’s do the chit chat later. There’s more important stuff to worry about-”
“No, no, no, no. Pep, no. Nightmares are child’s play, yes? We have you, the once and future herald of Jesine, to light the path through our darkest hour. I sit in this tree comforted by the fact that you, the supreme sword of dreams, will save us in due time.”
“Cut it with the sarcasm. I get it. I’m not a herald, just someone who’s been handed the bloody uniform and is trying to make sure she doesn’t trip. That enough of an ego boost for you?”
“Did your so-called goddess even give you the orientation tour?”
“Nooooo… But hang on, I do have a primer.. Miret! What do I do with a Nightmare?”
“Lay and pray?”
“I was talking to Miret.”
Make the nightmare lose control of the dream.
“All the good it’s done you.”
“Yeah, well you aren’t doing any good either. So if talking and being sarcastic is the best you can do.. Stop yammering in my ear.”
“The Nightmare will not lose control, Pep. It’s an infection in the heart of the dreamscape, and it will keep digging in until it has what it wants.”
“Which is?”
“Ro.”
“Whatever for? Not that it matters I suppose.. What if it does catch him?”
“I dunno. I’ve never been caught. For the sake of both our educations, let’s see what happens.”
“Let’s not. I suppose you plan to just sit this one out then?”
“Do you see me with a nice, elderly grandmother hanging around me and giving me pointers? Do you see me equipped with a fairy who apparently is incapable of doing the one job he or she or it was created for. I’ll like to see what happens because no one is exactly fuckin’ hanging around giving me tips on how to grow up to be a respectable dreamwalker of society. I am-”
“Maybe if you could shut up with the commentary? And is that a poor me thing I’m hearing? But better yet, if you don’t intend to help, go out the same door you let the nightmare in fro- Ow!”
“Nightmare, sweetie. Pain’s real.”
“Shit. I better get to Ro...“
“Greatest of luck. I’ll be cheering you with all my heart.”
“Like you have one. Come Miret.”
“I do. It beats to the sound of ‘what exactly do you think you can do to a water beast the size of a house?’
“Distract him perhaps.”
“Uh huh.”
“Perhaps nothing.”
“Much more realistic assessment of your capabilities, toddler.”
“But definitely nothing sitting here...”
“Right before we swerve back to crazy.”
“Says the expert on craziness-”
“You’ll die uselessly, serving a goddess who has given you no directives, saving a boy you don’t even know. Are you all built for idiocy?’
“Apparently. Perhaps that’s another thing Jesine looks for in us, idiocy. Anyway… Miret, I am not able to make anything on my own.. Can you?”
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“Pep. So glad you could join us.”
“Let’s do the chit chat later. There’s more important stuff to worry about-”
“No, no, no, no. Pep, no. Nightmares are child’s play, yes? We have you, the once and future herald of Jesine, to light the path through our darkest hour. I sit in this tree comforted by the fact that you, the supreme sword of dreams, will save us in due time.”
“Cut it with the sarcasm. I get it. I’m not a herald, just someone who’s been handed the bloody uniform and is trying to make sure she doesn’t trip. That enough of an ego boost for you?”
“Did your so-called goddess even give you the orientation tour?”
“Nooooo… But hang on, I do have a primer.. Miret! What do I do with a Nightmare?”
“Lay and pray?”
“I was talking to Miret.”
Make the nightmare lose control of the dream.
“All the good it’s done you.”
“Yeah, well you aren’t doing any good either. So if talking and being sarcastic is the best you can do.. Stop yammering in my ear.”
“The Nightmare will not lose control, Pep. It’s an infection in the heart of the dreamscape, and it will keep digging in until it has what it wants.”
“Which is?”
“Ro.”
“Whatever for? Not that it matters I suppose.. What if it does catch him?”
“I dunno. I’ve never been caught. For the sake of both our educations, let’s see what happens.”
“Let’s not. I suppose you plan to just sit this one out then?”
“Do you see me with a nice, elderly grandmother hanging around me and giving me pointers? Do you see me equipped with a fairy who apparently is incapable of doing the one job he or she or it was created for. I’ll like to see what happens because no one is exactly fuckin’ hanging around giving me tips on how to grow up to be a respectable dreamwalker of society. I am-”
“Maybe if you could shut up with the commentary? And is that a poor me thing I’m hearing? But better yet, if you don’t intend to help, go out the same door you let the nightmare in fro- Ow!”
“Nightmare, sweetie. Pain’s real.”
“Shit. I better get to Ro...“
“Greatest of luck. I’ll be cheering you with all my heart.”
“Like you have one. Come Miret.”
“I do. It beats to the sound of ‘what exactly do you think you can do to a water beast the size of a house?’
“Distract him perhaps.”
“Uh huh.”
“Perhaps nothing.”
“Much more realistic assessment of your capabilities, toddler.”
“But definitely nothing sitting here...”
“Right before we swerve back to crazy.”
“Says the expert on craziness-”
“You’ll die uselessly, serving a goddess who has given you no directives, saving a boy you don’t even know. Are you all built for idiocy?’
“Apparently. Perhaps that’s another thing Jesine looks for in us, idiocy. Anyway… Miret, I am not able to make anything on my own.. Can you?”
