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Tick tock went the clock that Matt had made out of twigs and brass.
The sky was a vibrant purple, and it made everything around the little group look purple too – Meg, Matt, Leslie and even Zickity Zack who was grinning like a cat.
“Where are we?” Matt asked, and ran a hand through his hair.
“We’re walking in dreams,” Meg said, and didn’t know how to explain it any more. Wasn’t it self evident?
Where else but in dreams would you see a girl with hair as gold as Freya’s, sitting on a rock, gazing out to sea, and just know that she was waiting for her lost love?
Where else would you see a woman with snakes in her hair, and know before she turned around that they could turn you to stone if they looked at you?
Where else would you see the tired old teddy bear that you had as a child, with real fur and claws, and where else would you need to run from your much loved Grumbo-bear before he rent you asunder with said claws?
They were walking in dreams.
“Well, where do we go from here?” Matt asked.
“I shall build us a boat!” Doctor Penhaligon declared with gusto. “I have all the basic materials here,” and he brandished a watermelon and a hand full of dew which ran away through his fingers.
Matt looked dubious, but Meg knew at once that he had hit on a great truth. A boat was a wonderful thing, but one would need water to sail it on, and the dew was just the thing. And once it had been in the palm of Leslie’s hand, the hand was sure to remember it, and would probably produce more.
“I dreamed once,” she said, apropos of nothing, “that if I kept sledging for long enough I’d learn how to keep going forever, even if I reached the flat ground. Some more work, and I’d know how to keep going without snow. If I just practiced enough, I’d be able to feel that free forever.”
“So, it’s all just a matter of practice?” Leslie said, with a gleam in his eye.
“It is here, I think,” Meg said. “And we don’t need snow to sled. We just need something with the right kind of curve to it.”
“I think I can make something,” Matt said, and then blinked at the sight of a girl with red hair who appeared to be carving a door handle out of the trunk of a tree. When it was done she turned it around and went inside. As the door closed behind her Matt’s clock began to chime.
“Why did I make this thing?” he asked in bemusement, and then blinked when Meg kissed him, lightly on the lips.
“Because you once dreamed of it,” she said. “And in this place, that’s all that matters.”
She didn’t walk towards the sunset, but turned a cartwheel instead, and when she came up from that, all three of her companions noticed how much prettier she had become, and how much smaller. She was like a small and darting piece of spindrift on the breeze, and yet how she caught the sun!
Meg turned to them and smiled.
“Let’s go home,” she said. “There’s a star I can see.”
“Second star to the right?” Matt asked and Meg grinned.
“No,” she said. “Not for our home. I think we should take the seventh star as our guide, for seven is a lucky number. Then let’s go wherever our dreams may take us.”
The sky was a vibrant purple, and it made everything around the little group look purple too – Meg, Matt, Leslie and even Zickity Zack who was grinning like a cat.
“Where are we?” Matt asked, and ran a hand through his hair.
“We’re walking in dreams,” Meg said, and didn’t know how to explain it any more. Wasn’t it self evident?
Where else but in dreams would you see a girl with hair as gold as Freya’s, sitting on a rock, gazing out to sea, and just know that she was waiting for her lost love?
Where else would you see a woman with snakes in her hair, and know before she turned around that they could turn you to stone if they looked at you?
Where else would you see the tired old teddy bear that you had as a child, with real fur and claws, and where else would you need to run from your much loved Grumbo-bear before he rent you asunder with said claws?
They were walking in dreams.
“Well, where do we go from here?” Matt asked.
“I shall build us a boat!” Doctor Penhaligon declared with gusto. “I have all the basic materials here,” and he brandished a watermelon and a hand full of dew which ran away through his fingers.
Matt looked dubious, but Meg knew at once that he had hit on a great truth. A boat was a wonderful thing, but one would need water to sail it on, and the dew was just the thing. And once it had been in the palm of Leslie’s hand, the hand was sure to remember it, and would probably produce more.
“I dreamed once,” she said, apropos of nothing, “that if I kept sledging for long enough I’d learn how to keep going forever, even if I reached the flat ground. Some more work, and I’d know how to keep going without snow. If I just practiced enough, I’d be able to feel that free forever.”
“So, it’s all just a matter of practice?” Leslie said, with a gleam in his eye.
“It is here, I think,” Meg said. “And we don’t need snow to sled. We just need something with the right kind of curve to it.”
“I think I can make something,” Matt said, and then blinked at the sight of a girl with red hair who appeared to be carving a door handle out of the trunk of a tree. When it was done she turned it around and went inside. As the door closed behind her Matt’s clock began to chime.
“Why did I make this thing?” he asked in bemusement, and then blinked when Meg kissed him, lightly on the lips.
“Because you once dreamed of it,” she said. “And in this place, that’s all that matters.”
She didn’t walk towards the sunset, but turned a cartwheel instead, and when she came up from that, all three of her companions noticed how much prettier she had become, and how much smaller. She was like a small and darting piece of spindrift on the breeze, and yet how she caught the sun!
Meg turned to them and smiled.
“Let’s go home,” she said. “There’s a star I can see.”
“Second star to the right?” Matt asked and Meg grinned.
“No,” she said. “Not for our home. I think we should take the seventh star as our guide, for seven is a lucky number. Then let’s go wherever our dreams may take us.”