Dreams

Nym slept well in Triboar that night. It was windy and cool, as was common in the North and the smell of the Krypt Garden Forest blew in from the east. As Nym breathed in the cool forest air, her mind raced home.

She dreamt she was small again and looked up into the branches of one of the great oaks of the forest. The only sound she heard was the rustle of the great tree's leaves and the groaning of its branches as it swayed slowly, gently in the wind. Light filtered gently through its huge branches creating curtains of light running to the shadows of the forest floor. Nym slowly looked down and examined the dark bark of the tree and the soft moist moss growing in every crevice of the tree's trunk. An animal called from somewhere in the forest, and Nym turned slowly to look...

Nym was smaller yet, asleep in her father's arms while he read her a story. She had be frightened by a storm and snuck into her father's room for comfort. Ever patient, Ollin plucked his little girl into his arms and read her a story while the rain poured, the wind howled, and the lightning flashed. Nym could smell the wood and stone of the house, the melting wax from the candle, the forest outside...

Nym was older and sat in a sunny glen that looked to be painted with tiny white flowers. The flowers swayed slowly, lazily in a light breeze. They seemed almost to glitter in the sun. Nym laughed...

Through the night, Nym continued to dream of her home which was finally within reach after seven years of travels.