I have dreams all the time. I dream of the temple, wandering the corridors as I did when I was a child. The columns and statues looming around me and…
But this wasn’t a dream, I just remember coloured lights and the clear feeling of freezing cold ground and then waking up in Loreus’ arms. But then Kyrah bursts in (really should remember to lock the door! Just in case Moxena gets bored) to ‘check’ on me and disappears without giving me any chance to ask any other questions. It’s Versi, who seems to spend most of her time meditating underwater, that lets me know that Kyrah has apparently woven a dream for the others, something to refresh them, after the stress of the past few days. Rrrright… I don’t trust her but I also can't seem to wake any of them. So I wait, and wait, and wait… and say no to a game of 20 squares with Versi about five times. No way am I playing against someone who can see the future. Maybe a bit of crafting will keep my mind off this.
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They are all well. A bit confused but well. Theo seems less grumpy but that aside all seems good. Thank the Five… wait, that’s not right. Most definitely not thank the Five. But who… we live in strange times!