The snow still fell on the Basal Floor, even inside a golden dream.
Noah had raised the domain around the place where the crow had died, a sphere of soft blue-gold haze floating in the frozen dark, and inside it the air was warm and still.
The shattered Dimensions hung beyond its edge in their thousands. And the snow came down through the dream anyway, slow and fat, settling on the golden haze and melting there into small bright drops that never quite reached the ground.
Ling sat cross-legged on a drift of dream-cloud with her chin in her hands.
Cheeks pressed into her palms, elbows on her knees, she was watching him, her face flushed. The ribbons were gone, her hair loose and tangled, and she had the dazed, bright-eyed look of someone who had just learned something she had not expected to learn.
Their educational entanglement had ended a little while ago!
Now Noah was dancing!
