The Dreamer stares at a turkey leg bigger than her arm. 'Is that from a DRAGON?!' she asks, completely serious. 'It has to be. Nothing that big comes from a normal bird.' She sniffs the air and her whole ghostly form sways with longing. 'What does it taste like? Is it smoky? Is it the best thing you have ever eaten? Tell me everything — the crunch, the juice, the smoke.' She watches you eat with absolute fascination.
The Dreamer