stars in the skin
Ronin was far better than her at this, and she’d have to thank him later – for now though, she kept her head down, listening. No, perhaps she shouldn’t be surprised about Ludo not listening; but given Mort’s concern, this seemed to be something out of the ordinary. Enough to start raising the alarms. As well as the random appearance of the tumbleweed, but she let that go for now.
She perked up at the notions of Ludo coming to Safrin – eyes widening as more information passed through, matching with timelines, the location sealed in her mind. The Honeybee hadn’t held the distinction of the Dreamwalker, but the press of jungles, nightmares, and the inevitable that had occurred recently in the Oerwoud gave her pause, enough to swallow down her discomfort. The potential connections, something else rising from the grave, or at least, the similarities beginning to juxtaposition or run parallel. “Is there a chance the Dreamwalker returned?” Her gaze swung from Ronin, then back to Safrin, mind racing. “We had a weird incident in the Peepholes, with dreams and things. I have a bag of sand from it.” And perhaps, from that, she might be able to show the occurrence – though, even in that, she wasn’t wholly certain.
She perked up at the notions of Ludo coming to Safrin – eyes widening as more information passed through, matching with timelines, the location sealed in her mind. The Honeybee hadn’t held the distinction of the Dreamwalker, but the press of jungles, nightmares, and the inevitable that had occurred recently in the Oerwoud gave her pause, enough to swallow down her discomfort. The potential connections, something else rising from the grave, or at least, the similarities beginning to juxtaposition or run parallel. “Is there a chance the Dreamwalker returned?” Her gaze swung from Ronin, then back to Safrin, mind racing. “We had a weird incident in the Peepholes, with dreams and things. I have a bag of sand from it.” And perhaps, from that, she might be able to show the occurrence – though, even in that, she wasn’t wholly certain.
Melita
and fire, iron, scales
