Mageia BoundIn the dream, Lanala saw a beautiful, blonde-haired woman with pointed ears. She had a wonderful singing voice and strummed a stringed instrument, a lute most likely, to a happy crowd of patrons in a tavern. She didn’t recognize the place but the dream then shifted to someplace she did recognize.
Mageia. The island that housed Langiit, a city in the sky above Esterlin. The island she supposedly came from. She once again saw the beautiful, blonde-haired bard there, inspecting books and mumbling to herself. She seemed drawn to the place and found herself in a library of sorts. But the woman didn’t see the looming shadows creeping up behind her. Lanala wanted to shout out, to warn her somehow... but she didn’t have a voice. And she wasn’t in Mageia. She knew she was dreaming, at home in bed, and she could do nothing as the woman became engulfed in the shadows that patrolled the cursed, magical city, and left nothing behind. Even the book she had open on the table h
Vacation Planning“Lanala, we’ve been over this….”
“And I have yet to hear a good reason why we can’t go. Things are quiet now. Most of our enemies have been dealt with. What’s stopping us?”
“We still haven’t found a way to get our guest home….”
Lathiira padded silently into the shared dining room to the sound of a discussion between her hostesses. Lanala and Artema sat at the table, eating and rehashing an old argument to her trained ear.
“Your guest can go home whenever you find her company intolerable,” Lathiira chimed in from where she leaned against the door frame, smiling gently. “Getting back has never been a problem. Getting back quickly and safely even. I have however enjoyed the company and the time spent studying.”
Both women started at the bard’s words, neither having heard her arrival.
“It’s poor manners to sneak up on your host,” Artema griped.
“Indeed it is. But if