Dream SMP+1
shrike
by orphan_account
“You know, you might be the only thing alive that knows my name. I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping, but it must have been long enough for people to have forgotten.” The stag finished the last of the berries and stared at George wonderingly. George chuckled, plucked another handful to offer to it, and continued, “I’d gone to sleep tired. And I wake up tired. Tell me, do you think that’s fair?” The stag, because it was a stag, did not reply. But George didn’t mind that, either. // Or, that fic about passerine!Dream Team, but before passerine.
