"What kind of dreams did you have?"
Duncan was curious. In the past millennia, when boredom was at its height, he decided to 'jump' in to dreams.
Immortal beings like him had abilities that pop up every now and then. The older the god, the more complicated the ability, since he was coined "The Master of All Skills" it was not a surprise that he was able to visit dreams of others.
What he was not expecting was someone dreaming about his jumps.
"I was the first one to dream of you. Mommy was living in the city while I was at my father's place. He wanted to 'take care' me as he said so mommy relented," Duncan could hear the longing in his voice.
He could picture him, a boy not even seven, away from his mother. He may be with his father, but he must have felt lonely.
