It's morning, and sun is streaming in through her bedroom window.
Ingress, Lady of the House of Arch, Opener, and future Herald, is awake. She stays still a moment, wisps and snippets of her dream whirling in her head. She'll never remember all of it, but she'll remember a surprising amount - enough to know that she is loved and she is strong, and she can do anything with a little help and a lot of bravery.
She hurtles out of bed, her feet hitting the cool wooden floor of her room.
::Megwyn! You won't believe the dream I had!:: she mindsends as she runs out the door to the stable.
It will be quite the story for an eleven-year-old to tell.
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It's morning, and sun is streaming in through her bedroom window.
Ingress, Lady of the House of Arch, Opener, and future Herald, is awake. She stays still a moment, wisps and snippets of her dream whirling in her head. She'll never remember all of it, but she'll remember a surprising amount - enough to know that she is loved and she is strong, and she can do anything with a little help and a lot of bravery.
She hurtles out of bed, her feet hitting the cool wooden floor of her room.
::Megwyn! You won't believe the dream I had!:: she mindsends as she runs out the door to the stable.
It will be quite the story for an eleven-year-old to tell.