A young woman, a bespectacled, brown-eyed brunette, sits at the writing desk, scribbling away with a fancy quill pen. The nameplate on the desk reads "Tara Williamson". She pauses occasionally, mutters under her breath, and goes back to her writing. She glances up finally, noticing you there.
"Oh, hi!" she exclaims, dropping the pen on the table lightly. "I'm Tara...better known as Dreamin'. Guess you were expecting Jareth. Um...it's not what you think..." She blushes a little. "Jareth got tired of me turning him down. He doesn't get a lot of that, you know. Anyway, he locked me up in here until I either write fanfic that praises him to the crystal moon and back, or until I succumb to his advances, whatever comes first..." She makes a charming, sly face. "Neither is likely. So I just made myself as comfy as possible. Jareth usually drops by once a night, so if you really want to see him, you can stay for a while." She gestures to the big, red satin-sheeted bed. "I'm afraid I'm kind of in the middle of this fanfic, so I'm not much company right now."
She holds up a sheaf of papers. "It's not all exactly finished...but you're welcome to read some if you'd like..."
Just as you begin to comment on her writing, you
hear someone clear their throat...a familiar sounding voice.
Jareth is standing in the doorway, looking at you.
"What are you doing here? These are my private chambers. Is nothing sacred? And leave her alone. She's writing fanfic that praises me to the crystal moon and back." Jareth raises an eyebrow at her. "Isn't she?"
Dreamin' nods quickly. "Yes, absolutely." You catch her roll her eyes and cross her fingers behind her back.
"Out with you," Jareth tells you. "And don't let me catch you in here again."
As you exit hastily, you see Dreamin' waving merrily...and pointing. There's a guest book sitting near the door...
You think you'd like to read some more? Good thing there's a library downstairs, where you can find the Labyrinth List Archive...
