John didn't get nightmares anymore, well, unless he desired it. There was sometimes you needed the tang of fear. It wasn't pleasant really, but that didn't mean it wasn't necessary. If he had to identify one of his bigger nightmares, it was dying because he slept too deeply and being stuck in the dream. He still wasn't sure what would happen if he died while in dream form, and he wasn't eager to test it.
The sanctuary spell seemed to be a bit of a godsend in that regard. Not only did it keep his physical form safe, it actually dealt with the lingering aches he got from sleeping too long. That was a nice benefit.
He rather needed it as he was sleeping almost the entire day. Fortunately Harold was understanding, and covered for him as he napped. There were often serious spikes on when they were needed, and it was either sleep or find your own work. It was extremely fortunate that his job was so easy to deal with.
At night he worked on stitching his dream form. This time was dreams of glittering gold and power added to his form. It was insubstantial, but actually a surprisingly potent addition to his form. What sort of dragon didn't have a horde after all? The concept actually ended up creating a small pile of gold in the dream realm around his sleeping area.
Frankly it might have been a security issue had John not taken the precaution of warding his space when he first started. It was necessary to have a safe spot to do more delicate work like his stitching. In fact, he had figured out how to upgrade the warding after he was finished with the stitching.
Once the dragon was done, he went out. Flying through the dream world with nary a care in the world. He wanted to handle the drain that had likely hit Meria again.
It wasn't that hard to find the thing. He had found it once before after all, and the woman was still sleeping in the same area. It was smaller than last time thankfully, and dispersed with a single breath from the dragon. It didn't even get a hit back. The woman had likely attracted another one only recently.
This time the dragon wanted to see if he could do something more permanent. He pushed himself gently into reality and glanced around quickly to be sure there was no one around.
A simple apartment. Tiny, and a bit messy. A few occult symbols here and there. Decorations with a bit of faith. There were a few charms hidden that held some lingering sentiment that the dragon could almost sense. The dream was so highly visible in this form that he was rather embarrassed. This was a bit more intrusive than he liked.
Fortunately the woman was covered up, or the dragon would have to beg forgiveness later. Instead he hovered one claw over her head and gave a little spark of magic.
Then he let go of the gossamer holding his body together and went back into the dream. He could see the dreams rippling in confusion and he slipped into it quickly. Inside Meria was blinking as she looked around a void.
"I bring greetings." The dragon stated softly as he landed without a sound in front of the woman.
"This is a weird dream." Meria looked at the dragon with wide eyes.
"Hah. Yes! You're being quite boring tonight I see. Maybe you should spruce it up some?" The dragon grinned as best a toothy beast could. "It's your dream after all."
The terrain changed suddenly to a library, and Meria visibly started at the change. After a moment she looked at her hand and made it sparkly. "I'm still asleep right?"
"Oh yes, completely." The dragon nodded and then leaped into the air as a few book cases crashed together almost atop him.
"Sorry!" Meria exclaimed and then paused. A large grin started to appear on her face. "Are you a spirit?! Have my rituals pleased you? Oh please tell me which one worked!" She clasped her hands together and shifted to a kneeling position.
Uncomfortable, the dragon shifted and then landed on a book case. His tail thrashed wildly. "Um. I'm more a..." He was lost as to how to explain this. "Yeah, I'm a spirit!" Immediately the dragon felt like kicking himself. "But no, I was here because I saw you were sad!"
Meria nodded rapidly and looked down at herself. "So you were attracted to my misery? Then shall I do more? I'm afraid I'm just too excitied to do it right now."
Alarmed the dragon flapped his wings. "No! You don't have to do that. I've given you the ability to be happy! That would make me happy!"
"Ability?" Meria tilted her head.
"What, did you think I did this?" The dragon spread his wings wide to indicate the library. "This is all yours. Your dream now. For a year your dreams are yours. Completely and totally. You can make a shining beach, a library, anything you like."
The black haired woman was silent for a moment and then the area shimmered into a beach. The dragon floated down to the sand and chuckled. After a moment Meria reached down and picked up a handful of sand.
"It feels almost real." Meria stated with awe. "This is a wonderous gift spirit."
"It's something I could do." The dragon shrugged his wings. "Now, quick explanations. You can do whatever you like in here. No one can adjust it. It's YOUR dream. Sometimes things might come in and try to change it. You can force them out with various tricks. You shouldn't have much trouble though." The dragon winked. "You've got me around."
Meria laughed softly. "You are a kind spirit. Is there anything I could do to repay you?" She clasped her hands together again. "Also, could you talk some? I have been looking for signs of spirits all my life, and you are the first to show himself so vividly and powerfully. You must be very strong."
The dragon winced. This was going to be a bit of a pain. Damnit, he really shouldn't have called himself a spirit. "I'm going to have to get back to you on this." He stated.
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What do you want to do with Meria?
[] Nothing, just leave and check up on her later.
[] Take her as a disciple
[] Just tell her a few tales and leave.