Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140724144903/@comment-5583506-20140725022135

(Taking out the notes for the song on the piano as I write.)

She didn't sleep well that night. Usually she could sleep calmly into the early hours, but there was something about that dream that had troubled her. It was not just because the faces of the people coming towards Bruma were those of different divine entities, but because she felt a strange familiarity towards them. Almost as if she was part of them somehow. She wanted to ask her mother if she knew anything about other people like her, people with the blood of a divine. But she knew that even her beloved mother had limited patience.

Always one question at a time...

In her dream she hadn't been alone as well. There was something or someone else out there among those men and women with the godly faces. She had heard a voice from beyond and she was quite sure that even the group heading to Bruma didn't know anything about this phenomenon. A voice which was calling out to them, singing to them... and maybe even to her as well? She remembered in her dream the hairy legs of a spider, stretching out for the group like a giant hand threatening to swallow them all.

She didn't know what to make of the dream, but she knew somehow that her own fate was linked to it. Why else would her own mother have showed it to her?