I want to talk about our brother. I saw him again, you know. Delirium pouted, and kicked an imaginary stone that flew right through an imaginary window, producing the loud sound of glass shattering. The guardians of the gate silently greeted them when then walked out of the castle. He came to me when you and the rest of the family were attending the wake.
Destruction is well, Del.
And he left again. Dream gently petted the hippogriff's head. Only when it's raining and when it's not. Raining I mean. Delirium smiled at the wyvern.