OOM: Dream

[politestpirate]

Wellard does not dream much. When he does, it is all bits and pieces, randomly, of places he has been to-

(The trip on board the Pearl did a lot to add to his mental atlas.)

Mixed with people he knows or has only met in passing.

Tonight, oddly enough, he seems to be back in Kent, walking past old hedgerows that seemed just as tall as when he had been 12, and passing through scattered groves of trees-

It takes a while, for Wellard to realize, that the trees have grown taller and more dense. It is now an old forest that the path moves through, empty and quiet, with the occasional lamppost lighting the shadows.

Wellard has never been here before, so even in the dream, there is a bit of confusion and apprehension as he keeps walking.

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[takiena_called]

Somewhere along the path, as the forest becomes slowly more overgrown (still silent, though, as if the animals are afraid to speak), a beautiful horse, profile strong and proud, whiter than should be possible, stands in the midde of the path. She is still, and her Rider is as well. The small figure could be made of grey glass for his near-translucence, and he gazes up at the sky with coal-bright eyes. If it weren't for the slight breeze through the forest, he and the horse might be statues.

The wind belies that, though, rustling Iselen's mane, and smudging the outline of the Child.