How Green Becomes Wood

"I was unsure if you meant it would be enlightening for her, or enlightening for us," Dark replied, "but I suppose it would be in both directions."

Daizi shrugged easily, "You were once an impossible dream of mine."
 
Alec laughed. "Definitely both ways!" He smiled wistfully. "Seriously, though, I want a house with some color other than white or grey. Maybe blue, or a soft yellow, or maybe some kind of green. Something that will set it apart and make it look friendly and welcoming, but not overbearing. And I really do like the idea of a white picket fence in the front yard."

Xander raised his eyebrows. "You dreamed of randomly adopting a teenage delinquent and then reforming him?"
 
"I think it will be lovely, ultimately," Dark replied, "and very confusing for your children, if you have any, to go from yours to mine."

Daizi chuckled, amused by his characteristic obstinacy, "No, maybe not, but I dreamed of being a mother. It did not happen how I expected it would, yet here we are, on my third mother's day."
 
"I think it'll be wonderful because then they get to see how not everyone needs to express themselves in the same way. And if any of my kids are goth or emo, even temporarily, they can go to you for advice and maybe borrow some old clothes," Alec smirked.

Xander considered that and nodded. "A fair point, I guess. I just... don't really have anything like that. I guess... I could hope for a horse?" He shrugged.
 
Dark chuckled, "What sort of clothes of mine would they be able to borrow?"

"You could hope for a horse," Daizi promised him, "It's just a dream, but there are plenty of people, of my sort of thinking, who say the act of saying a dream helps to manifest it for you."
 
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