Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140212141252/@comment-5583506-20140212231647

Arngrim had fallen asleep in a chair on the room. The company of Luna and her stories had made him sleep the most restful sleep he had had in years. In his dreams Luna had approached him through a cool veil of mist under a full moon. He found it a little strange in his dream that although it was a full moon he did not turn into a savage beast. After looking into each others eyes for almost a minute of silence, Luna had embraced him and then taken his hand, leading him unto a path that lead deeper and deeper into the misty fields.

Arngrim slowly opened his eyes. He was usually haunted by recurring nightmares concerning both the death of Inga and the grim curse of Bhisha, but this dream was different. It was beautiful and full of tranquility and not dark and gruesome. He was sure that it was the mere presence of Luna that had made him dream this way.