The Dreamsayer
Lynn was never one to interfere with the weaving of the tapestry of dreams; rather, she was one to observe its folds and patterns to discern the whole truth from the picture- for as every dream has a grain of truth in it, so do a hundred dreams have a hundred grains.
Which can be quite a lot of truth.
Lately, the threads had mingled in an incomprehensible tangle of dreamings that Lynn couldn't make heads nor tails of. She saw Requiem's had disappeared, and Bella's, which until earlier had the same fate, slowly begin to reappear. Jenni's was a strange, hot red. Meagan's changed color to a beautiful but unsettling blue. Never had Lynn, in five hundred years, seen a thread change color, save for when it turned black on the occasion of a curse. There were golden threads that Lynn did not want to look at for more than a moment- from experience, she knew it was best to avoid those. Lastly, there was a strange oddity, a thread of two colors. Red and gold intertwined on it to make a strange, regal mix that normally would have aroused her curiosity, but as it had traces of gold, Lynn avoided it.
Despite what Lynn could understand from the threads, she saw nothing of the overall pattern. It made no sense. Then she gave a little gasp as the threads realigned into a new design that was clearly visible. It was a sphere, half of it a moon, half of it a sun, and behind it, there was a star.
“Well, well, well,” she tutted, noticing Meagan's thread and the gold ones forming a crown in the center of the sphere. “This could get interesting.”
A Chance Reunion
Meagan flew down the halls, eyes blazing and sword drawn. She knew this meant that she risked alerting people to her presence, but she didn’t care anymore. Though her temporary body still glowed, it had significantly diminished in brightness. Ebbony glided behind her, her black wings unfurled. They barely cleared the hallway sides, they were so wide. Meagan sensed Linius retreating to the Oubliette beneath the Meeting Hall- a risky move, considering the whole thing was liable to fall on his head at any given moment.
She came to an abrupt stop. “There's a Victura and a Shadow up ahead, and someone with... no essence.” Ebbony frowned.
Meagan dashed forward, but she tripped inches in front of the strange party. “Meagan?!” exclaimed Carmen and Mariale at once. There was a pause.
Meagan said, “Hi.”
Suddenly, everyone was talking at once. Frida demanded to know who Meagan was. Mariale demanded to know why Meagan was glowing. Carmen demanded to know why she wasn't home with her mother. Ebbony cleared her throat. The shouting subsided, and Ebbony smiled. “That's better.”
Carmen stared at her quizically. “Have we met before?”
“Of course,” Ebbony replied. “What a shame. I'm offended that you don't remember me, but I suppose I do look different than I did all those years ago.”
Carmen put her hand on her gun. “You better explain yourself. Right now.”
“Or what? You'll shoot me? Believe it or not, I actually have better things to do then explain your past to you.” Carmen's hand gripped the gun tightly, but she didn't draw it from its holster. Ebbony continued, “Mariale... there are a million things I could do to you, and they'd be too good for a boosha such as yourself.”
“Understood,” she muttered, “but while many have a basis for that, Ebbony, you do not.”
“In any case, I have to execute justice- no one else is around to do it, so I might as well. I'm going to put your punishment off. You've won a reprieve, because we're going to capture Linius, and we're going to make him talk. Somehow, he's got knowledge that no wizard should. Someone's feeding him information, and we're going to find out who. So,” Ebbony met their gazes. “When this is over, Carmen will probably bare her soul to us, though how I can't say; Meagan will understand just how a family of Victura passed as valkyries for so long; Mariale will get what's coming to her; and I...” Ebbony paused. “I will go home.”
The Dreamsayer
Lynn was never one to interfere with the weaving of the tapestry of dreams; rather, she was one to observe its folds and patterns to discern the whole truth from the picture- for as every dream has a grain of truth in it, so do a hundred dreams have a hundred grains.
Which can be quite a lot of truth.
Lately, the threads had mingled in an incomprehensible tangle of dreamings that Lynn couldn't make heads nor tails of. She saw Requiem's had disappeared, and Bella's, which until earlier had the same fate, slowly begin to reappear. Jenni's was a strange, hot red. Meagan's changed color to a beautiful but unsettling blue. Never had Lynn, in five hundred years, seen a thread change color, save for when it turned black on the occasion of a curse. There were golden threads that Lynn did not want to look at for more than a moment- from experience, she knew it was best to avoid those. Lastly, there was a strange oddity, a thread of two colors. Red and gold intertwined on it to make a strange, regal mix that normally would have aroused her curiosity, but as it had traces of gold, Lynn avoided it.
Despite what Lynn could understand from the threads, she saw nothing of the overall pattern. It made no sense. Then she gave a little gasp as the threads realigned into a new design that was clearly visible. It was a sphere, half of it a moon, half of it a sun, and behind it, there was a star.
“Well, well, well,” she tutted, noticing Meagan's thread and the gold ones forming a crown in the center of the sphere. “This could get interesting.”
A Chance Reunion
Meagan flew down the halls, eyes blazing and sword drawn. She knew this meant that she risked alerting people to her presence, but she didn’t care anymore. Though her temporary body still glowed, it had significantly diminished in brightness. Ebbony glided behind her, her black wings unfurled. They barely cleared the hallway sides, they were so wide. Meagan sensed Linius retreating to the Oubliette beneath the Meeting Hall- a risky move, considering the whole thing was liable to fall on his head at any given moment.
She came to an abrupt stop. “There's a Victura and a Shadow up ahead, and someone with... no essence.” Ebbony frowned.
Meagan dashed forward, but she tripped inches in front of the strange party. “Meagan?!” exclaimed Carmen and Mariale at once. There was a pause.
Meagan said, “Hi.”
Suddenly, everyone was talking at once. Frida demanded to know who Meagan was. Mariale demanded to know why Meagan was glowing. Carmen demanded to know why she wasn't home with her mother. Ebbony cleared her throat. The shouting subsided, and Ebbony smiled. “That's better.”
Carmen stared at her quizically. “Have we met before?”
“Of course,” Ebbony replied. “What a shame. I'm offended that you don't remember me, but I suppose I do look different than I did all those years ago.”
Carmen put her hand on her gun. “You better explain yourself. Right now.”
“Or what? You'll shoot me? Believe it or not, I actually have better things to do then explain your past to you.” Carmen's hand gripped the gun tightly, but she didn't draw it from its holster. Ebbony continued, “Mariale... there are a million things I could do to you, and they'd be too good for a boosha such as yourself.”
“Understood,” she muttered, “but while many have a basis for that, Ebbony, you do not.”
“In any case, I have to execute justice- no one else is around to do it, so I might as well. I'm going to put your punishment off. You've won a reprieve, because we're going to capture Linius, and we're going to make him talk. Somehow, he's got knowledge that no wizard should. Someone's feeding him information, and we're going to find out who. So,” Ebbony met their gazes. “When this is over, Carmen will probably bare her soul to us, though how I can't say; Meagan will understand just how a family of Victura passed as valkyries for so long; Mariale will get what's coming to her; and I...” Ebbony paused. “I will go home.”
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I missed the part where Lunius ran away and what happened to Milum ? I missed that too . 
