The Six must have known Sesian needed the kinship of Braelin'a. The woman from Ta'Ven did not know that rest she was missing until her fellow Keeper arrived in RhyDin. In the middle of the night she woke, and sat to the edge of her bed. Alone in the house that had been hears all those years now. Alone, she wept with the relief of her fellow within the realm.
It was utter, simple nonsense to find herself weeping. But she could not still the tears that flowed. She leaned forward and abandoned the bed with getting to her feet. Swarthy hand passed against her face to take the tears away. "Ohh, my Dreamer. How greatly you are missed in these times." Lips murmured the whisper to the air, as if Matthew were still on the plane of this existence. But her handsome Dreamer had not walked within mortal flesh for so long that she could barely remember the true sound of his voice. To any that had overheard her, to have seen her would have thought madness had touched her mind to talk to the nothingness around her.
The gown of pale cloth starkly contrasted against her flesh. It was sleeveless and the length of it brushed the ground about her bare feet as she wandered from the room and into the living area of her the old woodcutter's cottage. There was no need for her to light one of the oil lamps and the night was warm enough to dispell the thought of a fire within the hearth.
She passed the table and stepped into the minor area reserved for the simple kitchen. A mug of water was soon poured and her feet moved over the floor until she settled into the chair beside the dormant fireplace.
Lids of her eyes slipped closed. When her senses had lulled, when she was on the edge of sleep it came.
Torrent flashes, like lightening splintering across the knowledge of her mind. The touch was invasive and had Sesian on her feet and cloth. A faint glow eminated from about her hands and eyes that could not see seemed just a bit paler in those moments. Expression and mood was suspect.
It was utter, simple nonsense to find herself weeping. But she could not still the tears that flowed. She leaned forward and abandoned the bed with getting to her feet. Swarthy hand passed against her face to take the tears away. "Ohh, my Dreamer. How greatly you are missed in these times." Lips murmured the whisper to the air, as if Matthew were still on the plane of this existence. But her handsome Dreamer had not walked within mortal flesh for so long that she could barely remember the true sound of his voice. To any that had overheard her, to have seen her would have thought madness had touched her mind to talk to the nothingness around her.
The gown of pale cloth starkly contrasted against her flesh. It was sleeveless and the length of it brushed the ground about her bare feet as she wandered from the room and into the living area of her the old woodcutter's cottage. There was no need for her to light one of the oil lamps and the night was warm enough to dispell the thought of a fire within the hearth.
She passed the table and stepped into the minor area reserved for the simple kitchen. A mug of water was soon poured and her feet moved over the floor until she settled into the chair beside the dormant fireplace.
Lids of her eyes slipped closed. When her senses had lulled, when she was on the edge of sleep it came.
Torrent flashes, like lightening splintering across the knowledge of her mind. The touch was invasive and had Sesian on her feet and cloth. A faint glow eminated from about her hands and eyes that could not see seemed just a bit paler in those moments. Expression and mood was suspect.