“Anyway, um, Moondog, what happens now?”
Moondog shrugged. “Not much. Gallus goes back to his dream, I set this one back to what it was before, and-”
“Well, actually, do you think you could leave mine like this?” Ocellus sprang into the air and buzzed over several rows of soldiers. “I’m living history! This is amazing!”
“Sure, if you want it.”
“Yes! Thank you!” Ocellus buzzed into the distance, towards Mont-Selle-Jument.
“Uh, no dreams for me, thanks,” said Gallus. “I just want to sleep. With my luck, I’ll wake myself up by freaking out again.”
“No promises, but I’ll do my best,” said Moondog. “If all else fails, I’ll just give you a dream of sleeping.”
Gallus blinked. He tilted his head one way, then the other. He opened his beak, raised a claw declaratively, and froze. “Ow,” he mumbled, and rubbed his temples.
“I make dreams, not destroy them, sue me.”