[Conversations with Dead People] there's a point to all this dreaming

[nepetaleijon]

There's been a chill in the air these past nights, increasing steadily. The enchanted forest below Nepeta's mountain cave is turning all the colors of fire, including some that require burning some very complicated chemical salts.

Inside the cave it's warm, though. Nepeta is flopped contentedly on a pile of plush stuffed animals, tapping at her tablet and kicking her heels idly in the air above her. She's got a fresh pot of tea, and she's got a plate of cheese toasts ... and she's got company.