Dreamweaving, p.1
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       Dreamweaving, p.1

           Teresa Garcia
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  By: Teresa Garcia

  A short story written for Kristina Stumpf

  Reward from the Selkies' Skins Kickstarter Drive

  Copyright Statement

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  © 2012 Teresa Garcia. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder (Teresa Garcia). Exception is made for schools and libraries.

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  This story is set first around Rhian in the world of Dragon Hearts, the online browser based RPG owned, created, and maintained by Rowan Wookey of the Obsidian Project and Web Design for All. The Dragon Hearts universe is ever expanding, and many different cultures mingle there. This story also does cross over into the Selkies' Skins universe, as it provided an excellent opportunity and explanation for one character's personal happenings, despite that character not being in the book's storyline yet. Teresa Garcia is one of the game owners and is a quest writer for the game.

  Diamondixi and her phoenix are the property of Kristina Stumf and are used with her permission and request in this story, which was a reward for having backed my Kickstarter project raising funds for the editing and publishing of Selkies' Skins.

  Image border for the cover was created by Marantha Dreamweaver Jenelle and is used with her permission. If you like the border, by all means look into more of her stationery.

  All other content besides what is copyright to Rowan Wookey or Kristina Stumpf and used with their permission is copyright to Teresa Garcia. For usage inquires you may write the author, and I will be happy to direct you to the proper person with whom to speak.


  At the edge of the shrine grounds a white ice dragoness walked through the hoary, niveously mantled forest, untouched by the chill of the snow around her and beneath her feet. Above her towered Mt Rhiana, the taller White Peak buried in glaciers, and even the blackened, blasted, Black Peak unable to shake the frost that clung like powdered sugar. Her feathers flowed softly behind her as a winter mist, the iridescence of her scales and peacock-eyed feathers of her crest, wings, and tail a study in the pearled colors of the Aurora Borealis, though heavily skewed toward the blues and entrapped in ice. Twin turquoise jewels gazed out at the world, the facets of her eyes throwing sparks and glints. At her side flew an ice phoenix of similar hue, and they paused momentarily when a soft mist began to flow upward from the ground the closer they drew to the energy source that was their goal.

  “How odd this mist is, it feeleth to be sentient,” Diamondixi thought to herself, waving her tail through it before starting forward again. “It thickens the further I go. And yet, mayhap it should lessen if I were to backtrack?”

  The dragoness backed up a bit, and the mist did indeed lay back down somewhat, though curling around her feet still, the covered stones and the mantled trees shrouding the uncleared path.

  “Are ye sure thou wantst to track down this one? There art others that feel as if they wouldst be simpler to reach, I wot.” Her companion spoke to her mind softly, and so she replied in like kind to his own, with undercurrents of shadows cloaking her deeper thoughts of the subject from him.

  “This dreamer ist a strong one, the strongest I've felt in overmany years, and methinks I shalt needst all the nourishment I can getst before mine quest art done, my fere. She is also the most likely to help, from what I hath heard in others' dreams.”

  “But, you couldst free him yourself.”

  “An' he wouldst not be truly free if I were to use the straightforward path. Dost thou feelst wary of this mist which hath Presence?”

  The ice phoenix sighed, winging on slowly. “Aye, I feel eyes that watcheth, yet see none. What sort of place hath such as this?”

  “It is said that worldwalkers take a little of each world with them, mayhaps that is this. Mayhaps thou merely art overwary. Lightning hath not fallen yet to strikest us.” Meanwhile, Diamondixi's prismatic eyes whirled in thought, as she rehashed yet again the several possibilities. She knew how frustrated her companion was, but to make him privy to all her thoughts on the subject would dissipate the magic she had already set in motion.

  The mist continued to listen, abiding by the charge laid to it by the local storm kami when she had built the branch of the shrine in this world. It made no move to stop the travelers, not finding any of the traits it was guarding against.

  The dragon and phoenix pressed on again when the mist quieted, and continued despite the thickness of the air.

  “A barrier.” Diamondixi thought to herself. “Well laid and with thought of its own. I wonder what this ryuonna is like.”

  At the thickest, there was a definite sense of passing from one world to another. They felt as various things that had clung to them were swept away, some so tiny they had barely been noticed. Turning, after finishing passing through, they saw the mist devouring what looked to be sludge that had been swept from them, and tiny black creatures scurrying onto the nearest rocks to peer in at them, sulking at being dislodged.

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