[It is with the word of "friend" that Dion wakes, quite suddenly, feeling as if a great weight is pressing down on him at the same moment that he feels as if some darkness around his heart has eased its hold. Was it only a dream? But it cannot be. At that last moment, he felt something... a pull. The same he feels in the Horizon.
Pray forgive my sudden message, but I must ask... are you well, Thancred? Unharmed? I had -- a startling dream, but I fear it was not a dream at all.
[ It is in part because the dream ended on a decent note, but while Thancred wakes up with a start, he is not as drenched in sweat as he might have expected. Or as panicked. It still takes a few minutes for him to settle after the shock of waking from a dream he hadn't realized was a dream, but...
Then the letters appear on the opposite wall of his room. He recognizes the penmanship, and Dion's lettering happens to be just as neat and tidy as always, even in such a strange aftermath. ]
I am unharmed. Though I believe that dream was a shared one, as I just awoke myself.
[Of course, this brings to mind what in Her name that was meant to be. A shared nightmare? But there were memories in it, he thinks; a convoluted, vile mixture of Ultima in this man, this creature, he has never seen before in his life. Wall he recalls that was familiar was the push of darkness upon him... and the shining symbol of the Emperor, which remains embroidered on his clothes even now, as he wakes in Thorne.
The light of the wyvern tails.]
I fear this is the second time my nightmares have nearly brought harm to you. I am... truly sorry.
[ For better or worse, Thancred is more willing to take the strange shared dream in stride, as this is hardly the first time that such a thing has happened here. Nightmares and memories alike have been shared before, and while it's never pleasant, he's become used to it. ]
It was not only your nightmare, Dion. You need not apologize, and I doubt that we were in any true danger, uncomfortable as it might have been.
If anything, it was my own fears made manifest that seemed to kick things off, so I should be the one apologizing.
[ Not that they need to get into a back-and-forth over this. ]
[He lingers on that for a moment. My own fears made manifest. There is a selfishness in his relief; that he is not the only the victim of these magicks, and yet a sense of empathy that such fears should be exposed so unwittingly.]
If I understand what it is I saw, you had plenty to fear. I accept no responsibility from you. It is, I can only assume, another interference by this land's so-named higher beings.
From what I have heard and witnessed in recent days, I would imagine that the Heralds had something to do with it, but that is only my theory.
[ Either way, it isn't pleasant to have someone or something root around in one's head and bring those deepest thoughts and fears to the forefront, especially with someone else along for the ride. ]
I believe it was your efforts and conviction in that dream that allowed us to break free of it. I owe you my thanks, if nothing else.
Nor am I opposed to giving you some context, but I also realize 'tis the middle of the night.
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Pray forgive my sudden message, but I must ask... are you well, Thancred? Unharmed? I had -- a startling dream, but I fear it was not a dream at all.
shhh it's fine
Then the letters appear on the opposite wall of his room. He recognizes the penmanship, and Dion's lettering happens to be just as neat and tidy as always, even in such a strange aftermath. ]
I am unharmed. Though I believe that dream was a shared one, as I just awoke myself.
;;; ty
[Of course, this brings to mind what in Her name that was meant to be. A shared nightmare? But there were memories in it, he thinks; a convoluted, vile mixture of Ultima in this man, this creature, he has never seen before in his life. Wall he recalls that was familiar was the push of darkness upon him... and the shining symbol of the Emperor, which remains embroidered on his clothes even now, as he wakes in Thorne.
The light of the wyvern tails.]
I fear this is the second time my nightmares have nearly brought harm to you. I am... truly sorry.
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It was not only your nightmare, Dion. You need not apologize, and I doubt that we were in any true danger, uncomfortable as it might have been.
If anything, it was my own fears made manifest that seemed to kick things off, so I should be the one apologizing.
[ Not that they need to get into a back-and-forth over this. ]
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If I understand what it is I saw, you had plenty to fear. I accept no responsibility from you. It is, I can only assume, another interference by this land's so-named higher beings.
I shall not speak of it if you do not wish to.
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[ Either way, it isn't pleasant to have someone or something root around in one's head and bring those deepest thoughts and fears to the forefront, especially with someone else along for the ride. ]
I believe it was your efforts and conviction in that dream that allowed us to break free of it. I owe you my thanks, if nothing else.
Nor am I opposed to giving you some context, but I also realize 'tis the middle of the night.