Dream Magic
“It wasn’t dawn, his customary time of awakening, but at least an hour past. He forced himself into a sitting position.
It took a moment for him to realize that he was not at home in his keep. He was not in a sumptuous bed with eiderdown cushions and dyed furs for blankets. He was in a gloomy forest, with birds singing.
Blinking his bleary eyes, he saw a thatch of twigs over his head. They were woven together in an intricate pattern, with each leaf tucked precisely so as to shed rain but not block light.
Realizing where he was, he scrambled up, and almost knocked down the hut. He came out of it, looking back. He saw a bed of furs cast on the dry floor. There was an impression there that matched his form, and next to it was evidence that a much smaller body had slept beside him.
He looked around and at first saw nothing. No Kaavi, no Trev. He tried to recall how the night had gone…my how that elf-brew could hit a man!
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