Brian goes to bed, hoping for a quiet night. Instead, he dreams of a creature pinned to the ground by ropes of sand. He starts to release it, but finds Jordan has entered the dream. She tells him to stop, they don’t know if the beast is friendly.
“It hasn’t attacked yet.”
“Of course not, it’s tied down.”
“It hasn’t growled or made any offensive moves, either.”
“Do you trust it?”
“Her,” he corrected, not sure how he knew the beast’s gender. “Yes, I find that I do. We need to let her up.”
“Are you sure?”
“Less sure every time you ask.” He reached out, petting the creature on the head.
Closing its eyes, it purred rather like a cat—if the cat were roughly half the length of a football field, had tawny yellow fur and big brown eyes. It reminded Brian of the dragon in The Never Ending…
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