Cyrus exclaimed as he carefully let go of Rhythm so as not to seem to be clasping a child. “I think it will make a perfect play for the Lady.” “Oh, tell me!” the dragon exclaimed, delighted. He described the dream in detail as they ate hot cross buns and hot nog for breakfast. They had gotten accustomed to the heat of the cave. “So they decided to have a family in the Dream,” he concluded. “He'll still be a man, and she'll still be a dragon, but in the dream they can live together and have dream children and all. It's a happy compromise.” “It's a derivative of your own situation,” Melete said severely. The Lady's ears perked. “Is someone else here?” “Better let her in,” Rhythm murmured to the Muse. “Let me introduce myself,” Melete said, extending her perceptibility. “I am the Writer's Block you returned to Cyrus.
