Melded Minds (Weaving Dreams)

A Circle of Magic Fanfiction

by Tomoyo-chan

Disclaimer: I do not own the Circle of Magic series. That is owned by Tamora Peirce. This fic is set sometime after the first book, but before the Circle Opens series.


Sandry slipped through dreams.

Tris was watching as the puddles evaporated, forming invisible mist, and then new clouds. More water joined, rising from the sea and lakes and every source of water the air passed over. Her body too joined the formless water traveling the water cycle over and over. She rained upon mountain tops, rushed through rivers, was drunk by animals and swan through by fish. She split and reformed and split apart again.

Sandry smiled. Trust Tris to dream of lessons.

Briar was a small child, running from a voice that spoke no words but carried an air of violence that made him shiver in fear. He had no name, and no safe place to rest. The streets were cold and hungry, people only existed to raise a hand to him, and every plant was full of thorns. He cried, soundlessly as he had been taught, and tried to burrow into the deepest places he could find, but kept tripping into tunnels and caves full of cold light and wire-thin slivers that scored lines on his skin.

Sandry reached out, but the best she could do was nudge the dream into nothingness. She could not give him good dreams.

Daja dreamed of her family. Some cousin or another was teaching her knots, running the scrap of rope into and around itself. Each knot was beautiful, twisting all by itself without the need for human hands. But still her cousin's voice narrated, teaching the girl as she would one day teach her younger siblings. Daja glanced up, smiling up at her older cousin, but her smile fell. Her cousin had no face and no matter how she tried, their face remained blurred, forgotten.

Sandy sighed; Daja would be withdrawn in the morning when she woke.

Sandry dreamed the dreams of others, twisting and turning like wool in a spindle, coalescing into thread. She dreamed no dreams of her own, but combined the dreams of others into one. She spun dreams like candy floss, like carded wool. Her sibling-friends dreamed their dreams and she flit from one to the other, moving through the circle, joining them with thread into one picture. Sandry weaved through dreams.


AN: I figured the Discipline kids would share dreams as easily as they shared magic, they blended together so much. Here's one way that could go.