nd Mama Maeve stepped in, her

loor. Lily, radiant and powerf

as if she walked into scenes like this every

rest. "Jed always was a greedy fool.

tor's smile. "He pro

n my hand. "I'll take my cut. A piece

ist, always. No loy

e can decide what to share. It is

water. My father's legacy. A c

"What do you know abou

g a flask from her poc

d or bad. Heard they take a bit of themselves to

w, musical sound t

ren and fools, Maeve. We

e mother, the one who raised yo

ught. Mama?

she made a choice. A foolish one, some would say. She chose not to harvest. She c

ired, a little sad. Her hands, so gentle, some

ned, her voice dropping, becoming almost confessional. "If they do, or if they al

one who taught me, she was ruthless. She saw me not as a daugh

om felt heavy wit

dable. "So, this ain't just about luck char

sustains us, empowers us. The stronger the dream, t

dreams were crude, full of greed and b

. It felt like a liv

. she gave i

ost Dreamweavers would see a child, especially

hung in the air,