Willaim leaned back, feeling oddly exposed in his current attire. He was never very good at blending in, and even when he needed to be unseen it was kind of hard to stay unnoticed. Especially by the little girl he was watching. Her name was Anna, and she was about 8 years old. He had become aware of her presence about four years prior. It was rare to find mortals that could dream as vividly as she, and this made her a target to dream creatures that would find her soul a tasty treat. She was playing in a park today. She dreamed of this park often, with a large tree and a swing. The sun shone down on her golden hair, sparkling in the air. It was enough to make the dream lord smile. “What are you doing?” her voice cut throgh his thoughts like a knife. She was faster than he has anticipated this time. “Sitting on this bench. What are you doing?” He asked, choosing to drop his lisp for a more even tone. Best not to be truly himself, lest she be in danger knowing him. “Magic,” she said, power in her voice. She was indeed destined for greatness, and he knew he would be visiting her many more times.

Willaim leaned back, feeling oddly exposed in his current attire. He was never very good at blending in, and even when he needed to be unseen it was kind of hard to stay unnoticed. Especially by the little girl he was watching.

Her name was Anna, and she was about 8 years old. He had become aware of her presence about four years prior. It was rare to find mortals that could dream as vividly as she, and this made her a target to dream creatures that would find her soul a tasty treat.

She was playing in a park today. She dreamed of this park often, with a large tree and a swing. The sun shone down on her golden hair, sparkling in the air. It was enough to make the dream lord smile.

“What are you doing?” her voice cut throgh his thoughts like a knife. She was faster than he has anticipated this time.

“Sitting on this bench. What are you doing?” He asked, choosing to drop his lisp for a more even tone. Best not to be truly himself, lest she be in danger knowing him.

“Magic,” she said, power in her voice. She was indeed destined for greatness, and he knew he would be visiting her many more times.

(Source: amfran)