[Training] the answer will be an echo

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

Someone cried from below, and Melita took the opportunity to lean out over, glancing downward at the woman and horse. They were moving at an inspiring pace, and the Honeybee was suitably impressed, thoroughly unaware that she was the cause of said scene. For now, anyway. 

“Hello!” She waved in return from over the sails, contemplating delusions of grandeur and the general makeshift of her mischief impending – all threatening to loosen with her Cheshire grin as she hollered and howled again, over the torrents of wind billowing against her face. Oblivious to the stranger’s annoyance or irritation, a friendly and amiable quality followed through, waving once more at the pair. “Do you want to race?”

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita