Deliberation
Destiny waits stoic for the page to turn. It is an unusual course, which would alert interest if he had not abandoned that ability long ago. She does not like it in his garden, it is obvious in the way she refuses to look at anything around her. Her mind is clouded, thoughts twining into one which drip down to die on slated ground. Destiny waits. He is aware of Delirium in the corner, anxious. Desire is there as well, cold and calculating, ready at any minute should it please to twist her all over again and prolong it's playtime. Dream is not there, but Destiny senses his presence. They do not have the patience of the eldest of the Endless. Mazikeen does not care. Once she may have in some small way, tucked beneath layers of decay. Now her thoughts all focus on one. Destiny senses the shift in his sibling's manners, and as Desire touches it's tongue to a perfect finger, Dream manifests in the garden, and Delirium's gloves dissolve into decaying butterflies, Destiny turns the page.