[written in the morning before the relay]
Fire. Burning. The sizzle of water against burning coals. Or maybe skin. Embers glowing. Smoldering ashes scattered in the wind. The overwhelming heat. The choking smell of smoke...
Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream.
Yet I woke up so scared all I could think of was running away. As quickly as possible. All while Loreas was just sleeping there peacefully. Because it was just a dream. Nothing happened. Just a dream. Damn you Lutheria and your torment!
I do however have an idea of how I can protect him. A small trinket imbued with magic that will keep him safe. Volkan’s lessons enchanting Corrina’s bow have been so useful. He’s shown me things I didn’t even think were possible and they now seem to all make sense. A small piece of metal with magical abilities worthy of a healer.
[rough drawings of a pendant and magical incantations]
That was far more productive than sleep. At least I won’t be called upon to compete today - athletics really is not my forte in this group.