A snort, watching the 'water-stealers' among the oily mess. Sheeana's hands were warm against the water-cool scales. They were like shallow scallops, each fitted over the other in a shining mass, smooth as enamel.
"It is a dream-thing," He told her, watching with one green eye only the way her hand moved on his neck. No one had physically touched him since Chihiro. It was not something people did, "They would die, under the hands of one who loved. These dream-selves will die now, because of you."
He gestured with his snout as if to say look. Already the daemon-disguised black slugs were hissing and boiling away at the touch of Sheeana's dreaming mind in the form of the sandtrout. Without Haku's fear to feed on, they were powerless.
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"It is a dream-thing," He told her, watching with one green eye only the way her hand moved on his neck. No one had physically touched him since Chihiro. It was not something people did, "They would die, under the hands of one who loved. These dream-selves will die now, because of you."
He gestured with his snout as if to say look. Already the daemon-disguised black slugs were hissing and boiling away at the touch of Sheeana's dreaming mind in the form of the sandtrout. Without Haku's fear to feed on, they were powerless.