15th April
10:48 GMT
Melinoë absentmindedly rubs her arms as we look down at the Mother Star's unfocused eye. The lack of air doesn't seem to bother either her or her brother, but it seems that being this far from home is making her a
little uncomfortable.
Or it could be the dead giant star starfish god thing, but I rather assumed that she was used to things like that.
She turns away from it, looking right at me instead.
"It's dead.
"
"Yes, I spotted that. Is it still dreaming?
"
She rolls her eyes.
"Stop reading Lovecraft. None of it is literally true.
"
"You weren't inspiring him then?
"
"European folklore and
racism inspired him. I didn't have anything to do with it. If a creature dies, it doesn't
dream. Its soul might still have a connection to the Dreaming, its life might change the texture of part of the Dreaming, but it won't
dream and it won't have
nightmares.
Living things have nightmares.
"
I bow my head slightly.
"So you're not getting anything from this?
"
She opens her mouth slightly and then appears to think better of it, closing her lips and turning back to the Mother Star.
"If you want me to guide you through the Dreaming to someone who can actually
answer you-.
"
"No. No, I'm perfectly happy to leave that particular can of worms well alone. I doubt that Morpheus would exactly be thrilled with the Host of the Ophidian popping by for a visit.
"
"If you dream, then you visit the Dreaming.
" Her head comes up slightly.
"Did I really just have to say that?
"
"I'm not so sure. No soul, remember. At least, originally. And I kept dreaming after coming here. I think that my dreams.. at least
were just a reinterpreted mess of images thrown up by my brain ticking over while I slept.
"
"I suppose that's not
entirely stupid. What about
now?
"
Huh. Alright, the magic I've integrated
should mean that I'm just as capable of entering the Dreaming as anyone else. But would all of my warding disrupt that? Atlanteans
have studied the process a
little, but I'm a fairly unique case. There's nothing… That stands out to me as showing that my dreams changed between pre-soul and post-soul.
"Don't know. But I'm a Hellenist. Do
you know anything about my nightmares?
"
"I think it's too far away?
"
"Hm? Oh, from Earth. Yes, I thought that might be a problem.
" I shrug.
"I do actually know roughly where these things came from. If you want, we can hop between systems until we find a planet with a lively enough magic field to be worth investigating.
"
"And how long would
that take?
"
"Assuming that you can manage passage through the Honden of Avarice, perhaps an h-.
"
"No.
" Zagreus shakes his head.
"Veto.
"
"If you're concerned for Melinoë's chastity, I
assure you-.
"
"Oh,
I'm not.
" He brings his right fist to his chest.
"I'm not. But a demi-god like you bringing my sweet little sister into his place of power? Our mother would be quite upset.
"
"My lady Melinoë?
"
She doesn't look around.
"She probably
would. She's been getting a bit… Weird about it.
"
"And your feelings on the subject?
"
"Because my life is
so incomplete without seeing the dreams of a dead starfish.
"
"I… I'm sorry, I can't tell whether you're being sarcastic or not. It
sounds like you are, but you're the Goddess of Nightmares and Madness so you could-.
"
"And what would you do if I
did want to go?
"
"I would entreat your mother directly. Or swear an oath of her choice that whatever it is she fears happening would not happen. Or given that I'm reasonably sure that you're over eighteen-.
"
Zagreus narrows his eyes.
"Can you
afford to anger another deity?
"
"I'm not sure. I talked Hera into divorcing Zeus and all that happened was that I got hit with lightning
once. The Themysciran oracles have been glaring at me, but other than that I haven't noticed any fallout from the.. incident with Apollo. On the
other hand, Eris, Hephaestus and your regal father have been genuinely helpful.
"
Zagreus regards me curiously.
"I rather doubt that our father has been genuinely helpful
yet. You
are still alive.
"
"Except for when I
wasn't. And just-
" I shake my head.
"-knowing that I have somewhere to go when I die is a
tremendous weight off my mind. Try living in a purely material universe if you want some concept of my old ennui.
"
I let the glow of my environmental shield grow brighter, the normally skin tight orange outline gaining considerable volume.
"And I'm the philosophical leader of an organisation that believes quite strongly in personal fulfilment. If you want to go, then I'll deal with Queen Persephone as best I can.
"
Koriand'r frowns. "Why would you not simply fly from world to world?"
"Because that would take weeks. The Star Conquerors were a
galactic threat, and some of the people who live in the places they once lived are pretty darn hostile. And I'm really not convinced that Persephone would be happier about me taking
more time.
"
"I haven't even
agreed to go
anywhere with you!
"
"When fishing with a rod, you bait the hook and then leave it there. You don't shove it in the fish's mouth.
"
Zagreus jabs at me with his right forefinger.
"That sort of comment bothers
me, to say nothing of how our mother would feel-.
"
"Shut up, both of you.
" Melinoë straightens slightly.
"I think I can feel something.
"
Melinoë's form… Changes. It's subtle, but her outline becomes slightly indistinct and her horns and colouration become slightly more pronounced. Direct Dreaming connection. I wonder if she'd mind us studying her?
"That's interest-.
"
And she vanishes.
…
Oooooooooh… Whoops.