The ice was undeniably beautiful as Hadama swam out of the peaceful starsea of one dream and into another. The transition was a gentle one in the way of quietly abstract dreams, and the mermanta approached the towering walls of ice with curiosity and interest rather than fear or trepidation. He was not a man given to nightmares, and he did not expect one here.
Broad wings stretched from his back and shoulders, propelling him with slow grace through the faintly sparkling waters of sleep as he followed the glittering curve of one wall until he reached an opening that allowed entrance. Pausing only a moment, he turned to swim into the frozen labyrinth; what could a little exploration hurt?
Broad wings stretched from his back and shoulders, propelling him with slow grace through the faintly sparkling waters of sleep as he followed the glittering curve of one wall until he reached an opening that allowed entrance. Pausing only a moment, he turned to swim into the frozen labyrinth; what could a little exploration hurt?
