Chapter Twelve
In her dream, Rendaz appeared below her as a tiny green glass bead. Beautimus flew through the air as though a marshmallow floating on warm cocoa. How is this possible without wings? Dozens of white-breasted wood swallows, purple iridescent beetles, and giant moths flew about her. A trio of falcons in tight formation tucked their wings, and dove straight down skimming Beautimus’ head, scattering the wood swallows. “Yeehaaw,” they cried as they came out of their dive and rolled to the left.
The air filled with music, Mahler’s Symphony No. 2 in C Minor. Beautimus hummed along. “It’s so nice and warm. I thought it’d be chilly this far up in the sky,” she said to no one in particular. A lone figure swam to her through the ocean of blue sky, a hippo.
“Mom, is that you? In my d
