memories, to see the dreams.
Dragon had shown her before. Why wouldn't Dragon show her now?
Frustrated, she climbed up to Dragon s jaw, anchored a strand of silk, and began to build a web. But as she built the web, she… felt things. So she spun them into the web, ignoring instinct and placing the threads where they needed to be.
Sorrow. Pain. Longing. Need. Hope.
As she cautiously traveled the strands of the completed tangled web, warmth flowed through her. She paused, absorbed the feel of this sensation, and added one more small thread. Joy.
Suddenly she saw the caves, the place Dragon had intended to go to do the finest dreaming. And in those caves, she saw golden spiders, much larger than herself, spinning tangled webs.
Sound, faint and fading, filled her.
*You have learned well,* Dragon said. *But heed me, little one. You must guard the webs you weave that make dreams into flesh. Many beings will cherish those webs because they are spun out of magic that lives in the heart. But there will be others who will want to destroy that heart-magic before it can touch the world.
Guard the webs…Weaver of Dreams.*
Dragon's breath came out in a long sigh… and then there was silence.
7
« ^ »
The golden spider spun out the last thread of the web that filled the space between Dragon's jaw and shoulder. Most of her offspring had gone away, just ordinary spiders who would spin ordinary webs and catch ordinary prey. But the few who were different, who were like her, had stayed nearby, learning how to spin the tangled webs.
Despite the size of her web, she had caught only one small dream, but that one held a deep well of yearning… and a taste of sorrow that was, somehow, connected to Dragon. So she plucked the thread of yearning, sending it back to the heart it had come from.
As day turned to night, she settled into the most sheltered edge of her web…and wondered about the dreamer.
8
« ^ »
Day had barely touched the sky when she sensed a Presence that resonated with her tangled web. She waited, feeling the faint tremble of footfalls on the earth, the change in the air.
*Sso. My daughter wass able to passs on her gift after all.*
The voice that flowed through her felt like Dragon, but wasn't quite Dragon.
The Presence approached her web. Her offspring plucked the strands of their own webs, trying to ensnare the Presence's mind. But the Presence didn't respond, didn't give any sign that it had felt the tugs and whispers in those webs.
*Blood singss to blood,* the Presence said, leaning over the spider's tangled web.
*Remember me.*
A drop of blood fell on a knot of tangled threads, a glistening bead of power.
The spider waited until the Presence went away before hurrying over to devour the offering.
Power flowed through her, a power even stronger and richer than Dragon's had been.
Draca.
Dragon's Mother. Dragon's Queen.
Remember me.
For hours that day, the spider stroked the strands of her tangled web, remembering Dragon, remembering the feel of Draca. Not shaped like Dragon, but still a dragon.
This dream web had done what it was meant to do. Draca would not sorrow for Dragon anymore because she had seen that, in the most important way, Dragon was still in the world. Small now, and golden, but still in the world.
The spider carefully cut the anchoring threads and just as carefully rolled the web into a cocoon. She traveled down Dragon's neck and shoulder until she reached the hole in the chest.
Perhaps it was the way of Dragon's kind, or perhaps it was some last bit of magic that had changed Dragon's flesh into porous rock covered with hard stone scales.
Inside Dragon were several chambers where she could spin the first stage of a web, then listen, quiet and protected, while the strongest heart-dreams drifted over her, guiding her as she created her web.
The time would come when she and her offspring would make the long journey to the caves where the golden spiders would protect the webs of
Dragon had shown her before. Why wouldn't Dragon show her now?
Frustrated, she climbed up to Dragon s jaw, anchored a strand of silk, and began to build a web. But as she built the web, she… felt things. So she spun them into the web, ignoring instinct and placing the threads where they needed to be.
Sorrow. Pain. Longing. Need. Hope.
As she cautiously traveled the strands of the completed tangled web, warmth flowed through her. She paused, absorbed the feel of this sensation, and added one more small thread. Joy.
Suddenly she saw the caves, the place Dragon had intended to go to do the finest dreaming. And in those caves, she saw golden spiders, much larger than herself, spinning tangled webs.
Sound, faint and fading, filled her.
*You have learned well,* Dragon said. *But heed me, little one. You must guard the webs you weave that make dreams into flesh. Many beings will cherish those webs because they are spun out of magic that lives in the heart. But there will be others who will want to destroy that heart-magic before it can touch the world.
Guard the webs…Weaver of Dreams.*
Dragon's breath came out in a long sigh… and then there was silence.
7
« ^ »
The golden spider spun out the last thread of the web that filled the space between Dragon's jaw and shoulder. Most of her offspring had gone away, just ordinary spiders who would spin ordinary webs and catch ordinary prey. But the few who were different, who were like her, had stayed nearby, learning how to spin the tangled webs.
Despite the size of her web, she had caught only one small dream, but that one held a deep well of yearning… and a taste of sorrow that was, somehow, connected to Dragon. So she plucked the thread of yearning, sending it back to the heart it had come from.
As day turned to night, she settled into the most sheltered edge of her web…and wondered about the dreamer.
8
« ^ »
Day had barely touched the sky when she sensed a Presence that resonated with her tangled web. She waited, feeling the faint tremble of footfalls on the earth, the change in the air.
*Sso. My daughter wass able to passs on her gift after all.*
The voice that flowed through her felt like Dragon, but wasn't quite Dragon.
The Presence approached her web. Her offspring plucked the strands of their own webs, trying to ensnare the Presence's mind. But the Presence didn't respond, didn't give any sign that it had felt the tugs and whispers in those webs.
*Blood singss to blood,* the Presence said, leaning over the spider's tangled web.
*Remember me.*
A drop of blood fell on a knot of tangled threads, a glistening bead of power.
The spider waited until the Presence went away before hurrying over to devour the offering.
Power flowed through her, a power even stronger and richer than Dragon's had been.
Draca.
Dragon's Mother. Dragon's Queen.
Remember me.
For hours that day, the spider stroked the strands of her tangled web, remembering Dragon, remembering the feel of Draca. Not shaped like Dragon, but still a dragon.
This dream web had done what it was meant to do. Draca would not sorrow for Dragon anymore because she had seen that, in the most important way, Dragon was still in the world. Small now, and golden, but still in the world.
The spider carefully cut the anchoring threads and just as carefully rolled the web into a cocoon. She traveled down Dragon's neck and shoulder until she reached the hole in the chest.
Perhaps it was the way of Dragon's kind, or perhaps it was some last bit of magic that had changed Dragon's flesh into porous rock covered with hard stone scales.
Inside Dragon were several chambers where she could spin the first stage of a web, then listen, quiet and protected, while the strongest heart-dreams drifted over her, guiding her as she created her web.
The time would come when she and her offspring would make the long journey to the caves where the golden spiders would protect the webs of
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