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But winter is the time of dreams. Surely it has it's place, Queen of the Faire realm.

The only thing I like about winter is the dreams but surely they can exist in Springtime as well, my Lord Dreamer.

*bows his head, considering her voice and the shape of the words*

In Springtime, people are too concerned with the...diversions of life. *looks back up with a thin smile* There is too much to experience in a waking realm, I suppose. Cakes and sweet milk. Fifes and dancers.

*watches him quietly out of the corner of her eye*

Very true, it is a time of life and joy. But there is still hours for dreaming if we wish it

*looks over, and almost grins- if Dream was one to grin. Instead he says simply, and without tease, but in a simple tone, almost in admiration- if Dream was one to admit to admiration*

And what does the Lady of the Sunless lands need of dreams? You should have your fill of joy and laughter. Such beauty is- *stops himself, trying to find some distance and at least the appearance of being aloof* ill at use to be spent in the night where it would be ignored.

*Catches the almost smile and hides one of her own*

Not a need, Dreamer, but rather a wish for it. Why not have joy and laughter even in my dreams...if one could offer them to me?

It has been a long winter, milady.

Yes, it has. I am growing weary of it and wish for Spring to come. *turns slightly to look at him* Do you think it will come soon?

We can but hope. ~~And possibly pop a memo over to the Greeks and tell Persephone to hurry on up~~

Hmmm, perhaps. ~~You should do so then.~~

How are you, Robin? Keeping yourself amused?

Oh, I always do that, milady. The earth is full of diversions for those who seek or create their own.

My heart calling foreword to Summer.

Might as well enjoy Spring first instead of rushing forward.

Ah, but spring is a time of balance and disruption. And there have been so many. The light and heat of summer call to me.

Only to those who do not know how to handle it. It is also a time of rebirth and joy. The warmth returns, the rain falls and the children come out to play.

What of sudden the freezes of spring that kill young and destroy growth? And truly, I fight enough with my counterpart. The uncertainty of spring does no good. So many deaths during those battles.
Let children rejoice in the sun and richness of summer when even the ocean warms. What few there are.

Then let us be done with arguing about the seasons and I am bored already. The seasons go as they must, beauty and despair found in them all.

Well enough. It seems too long since I have spoken to an equal who did not seek to fight and disagree so. It is hardly surprising that I did not drop the habit.
Perhaps you might suggest a better topic?

Shame that. It is so lovely with the snow sheltering and hiding all the imperfections. The ice gilding the trees.

(Because two faerie queens is amazing...)

Imperfections? Hardly. To watch the ice drip from the trees, melting into running streams and taking away the snow to reveal emerald grass....

(It really is...)

Every land has imperfections in light. That is the cruelty of it.
Besides, color is always so overrated. Simplicity and clean lines are so much better. And who can deny the beauty of a frozen waterfall?

(I do feel sorry for Puck, though)

Darkness only hides what is really there.
Perhaps darling but one is always glad to see Winter go and sad when Spring must.

(I think he might start worrying. He seemed nervous when I showed up..)

Darkness reveals what over dependence on sight hides. It shields those who need it most.
Rejoice in Spring if you wish, my dear, it is not mine to judge. But give me winter or fall any day.

(You should have seen him with Auberon. Not that Auberon was overly kind...)