Sunday, June 22
Shattered Dreams: Part 4a – Interpreting the Dream
"We need to rest,” said Vlad. He was favoring one arm, which had been struck by a glancing blow from a Reaver’s axe.
Medricas chuckled. “You’re in a dream, my friends. What need have you of rest?”
They exchanged glances. “What?” asked Vlad.
“Will it,” added Medricas, “and you shall be restored.”
They all closed their eyes. After a moment, they opened them again. Nothing happened.
Except for Ilmarė. She glowed with a golden aura.
“How did you do that?” asked Dril.
Ilmarė pursed her lips. “Like this.” She closed her eyes again. A scratch on Dril’s face healed instantly. “I meditate every day. Your untrained minds are not accustomed to such focus.”
Kham rolled his eyes. “Can you do that for everyone?”
Ilmarė shrugged and closed her eyes again. They were all briefly engulfed by a golden light.
“Reminds me of Quintus’s healing magic,” said Vlad.
The elorii bit her lip but said nothing. [MORE]
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