Book3:WereMyDreamIs

tionheldhandsandtip-toedintoDimitri’sbrain.Herewastheirhomendandpergpendlessspreadoftendergreengrassnd,whereeverythingwassofamiliaritfilledtheirheartswithendearment.ButtheykhattheyhaddisturbedtherestoftheirmasterKingDimitri,sotheysatsilentlyoandfortablegrass,ntotalkhoutloud,waitingtobecalledaioheirmaster.Dimitrikhathistwoloyalservantshadreturned,sohegraduallywokefromthedrowsyandfusedstateofsemi-sleepandasked,

    “Sothetwoofyouareback.YouhavebeenoutlookingfordidatesformyKingdomofDreams.Anygoodresults?”Imaginaionwasthefirsttoanswerandtoldhismasterabouttheirquest.Creativitytinued,

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    “Wearesosorry,yourmajesty.Wehavenotbeeofindanysuitabledidateandthereforehavenotfulfilledourduty.Perh