Tanwen shouted, gasping as she shot straight up from where she’d been sleeping like the dead . She had the dream again - the one that never failed to scare her from the deepest levels of her slumber. She brought her knees to her chest and covered her face with her hands behind them, fighting back the tears and the shaking that always followed. Her dream was neither the past nor the present. It wasn’t even the future, as far as she knew. It was her darkest fear manifesting inside her sleeping mind, and she always let it - if only to see the center of said dream again. It had started the first night she had left Ostwick for the Conclave. She realized now that it was because she didn’t know if she would see him again, and she didn’t fight the dreams. The dream may very well be the only way she would see him for the foreseeable future, since the waking world was turning out to be so uncertain.
Her attention was drawn from her ow