Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140829030614/@comment-11457306-20140903015614

Cathal bolted upright in bed, gasping, his heart pounding. He'd had a nightmare, only it wasn't a nightmare. At his ripe age of seven winters, he already knew the difference. He looked over at Koru, still sleeping soundly, then at Salla, asleep across the room. Silently, he pushed back the covers and slid his bare feet into his slippers. With the eased practice of someone who had done this many times before, he gathered up his clothing and boots and silently tiptoed out of the nursery.