“On it,” Hennessy said. The dream spread like watercolor into a different scene: It was now a landscape, but without land. The dreamers were falling through an endless stormy sky, nothing but lightning and clouds around them. Clever, Ronan thought. Nothing to grab. But it was more than clever, it was personal. She’d seen what Ronan looked like in the dream before she held him, when he must have still looked a lot like the Lace-like entity he was in the sweetmetal sea. She knew what atmospheres he could thrive in.
